"Run!" A masculine voice sounded from a fog as two creatures leaped out the darkness of the woods.
It was a blonde woman in her early thirties and a teen boy running as swift as they could.
The entire woods was covered in fog which blend with the darkness.
They both stumbled over a wood and staggered to their feet.
Her yellow and his blue eyes could be seen clearly and the gnashing fangs as they breath heartlessly.
It was obvious that they were werewolves.
The woman appears to be hurt as she clenched her hand against her bleeding stomach.
"Mother, we have to keep moving" The teen boy said as he supported her over a log of wood.
"I don't think I'll make it, Rio. You need to keep moving without me" The woman begged.
"No Mom, I'm not leaving you" The supposed Rio replied and they looked narrowly at the mist far behind.
"Father isn't coming out" He told her.
