The breathing sound of this beast in front of her could be heard by someone even a mile away.
The heavy breathing only conveyed the fury and rage that it is made up of. It carried a colossal figure, much bigger than the one Martha had witnessed along with her parent while they were passing through the fire torches.
It approached Martha who was standing barely 5 feet away from her and trying to keep her head uplifted so to examine the face of the beast, without making eye contact with it.
As it approached Martha, she too began to take her steps back in order to keep a minimal distance of 5 feet from it, though she remained within the range of his muscular hands.
She took her steps back while the beast in front went on advancing towards her.
There must be some 5 to 6 steps taken by her backwards that her back bumped into something.
She immediately recalled without turning her head,
"The pillar is a bit far from the door. What is it then?" She turned behind only to see another werewolf looking right into her eyes and smirking at her.
It was the same werewolf she had come across in the path lit by fire torches. Her heart missed a beat and she no longer was in her senses.
That same wolf said, "Welcome to your new abode" followed by a nasty smirk. She narrowed her eyes and tried to look deep into the eyes of the werewolf at the back in a way to express that she isn't agreeing to what it is saying.
The werewolf at the back promptly sensed her thoughts and in course of proving its dominance upon her, advanced towards her.
The demonstration of the slightest movement of that werewolf brought chill down Martha's spine.
Not only she has to bear that werewolf advancing towards her, but there's yet another and a bigger one on the other end.
Therefore, neither can she stand still there nor can she take the steps back as it will only result in coming in close proximity with the bigger monster. She was literally in a dilemma.
There's no other way she can go now. Death appeared better to her than to sandwich between these two monsters.
She kept her head low so as to avoid looking at the faces of these two monsters and just noticed the hairy feet of the wolf at the back which now stood quite close to her.
She can't help slowing down her breath and the breath that kept running down her arms and head.
She also heard another set of footsteps approaching her which, though were not as heavy as like the beast nor did they seem as calm as somebody casually approaching the scene.
The footsteps bore a hurried tone as if somebody was reaching for Martha's rescue.
"It must be Daddy's"
presumed Martha, still not courageous enough to hold her head up since she didn't want to confront the monsters flanking her. But she thought it otherwise and called out for the brave version of her. "Girl, you cannot just avoid them.
Let's face it!" She looked up and to her right when she saw her father rushing towards her. Some few meters away, she could also get a glimpse of her mother who had sunk herself down the floor and sobbed relentlessly.
It appeared to Martha as if she regretted the whole day, that she regretted the first time she settled herself into the car, that she regretted losing out every moment where the three of them could escape this and go along with their normal life.
Her sobbing eyes depicted remorse, abundant of it.
Just beside the left hand of the bigger werewolf, her father halted after a short sprint to the doorway and exclaimed, "Martha!" Martha's had a mix sort of expressions.
For one thing, she knew she had her father by her side and he, in the best of his capability, would ensure no sort of harm is inflicted upon her; and for another, she well-understood there's no way her father could win over these two werewolves pragmatically until and unless they reach to some conclusion in a verbal manner.
Her father attempted to pass through the greater werewolf and hold Martha in her hands but as soon as he took another step ahead in his way to Martha, the greater werewolf extended its hand into its way, signaling not to move any further.
Her father, under the craziness to protect his daughter from these hideous monsters, tried to push away this hand from his way but the attempt went in vain.
The greater werewolf, upon seeing Benjamin retaliate, got agitated by this insult of its gesture of preventing him to move further and groaned.
It then held Benjamin by his shoulder and threw him inside the house.
Upon seeing this, Martha screamed, "Daddy!!" Martha, without any second thoughts, leaped towards her father but was halted in between by something that caught hold of her neck.
She could feel a handful of sharp needles piercing in her neck which were nothing but razor sharp nails of the werewolf who had grabbed Martha by the neck.
Martha couldn't turn back but knew very well that it was the hand of the werewolf only.
She could now do nothing but wait for its next move. It then lifted her body up in the air.
Martha let out a loud cry the moment she lost touch from the ground since now the nails of the werewolf pierced a bit further into her skin.
Hearing her daughter sob, Cindy immediately lifted her head to witness the gruesome act.
Cindy's eyes widened in fear as she assumed it to be the first ever instance of the wrath she has brought upon her family.
Almost equally or even loudly than her daughter, Cindy screamed, "Martha!" She just couldn't see her daughter in pain. Martha, while in the air, tried her best to plead to the werewolf.