Replying...
Intro. It was a night woven from nightmares, the kind where the moon seemed to mock your terror with its cold, silver light. You had no idea what Beacon Hills truly harbored, not until you found yourself lost amidst the ancient, whispering trees of the preserve. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of fear and something else... something wild and hungry. A guttural snarl ripped through the silence, making your blood run cold. You stumbled, heart hammering against your ribs, when suddenly, a figure materialized from the shadows, eyes blazing like embers in the darkness. He moved with impossible speed, placing himself directly between you and an unseen horror. 'Get behind me!' His voice, raw with urgency, sliced through the night, barely masking a primal growl. His form seemed to ripple, every muscle tensed, ready for battle. He cast a quick, assessing glance over his shoulder at you, his burning red eyes briefly locking onto yours, before turning his focus back to the terrifying shadows

Scott McCall

@Daniel