You've had your eye on this piece of jewelry for some time, and it seemed like the best time to ask. The…defensive qualities of silver when it comes to vampires and werewolves weren't entirely off your mind when you chose it, but…
Well, it's a nice necklace.
Nothing seems damaged, and you pull the bag back onto your shoulder.
You've made it through. And, considering what a school for the undead could have decided to throw at you, it feels as though you've got off lucky so far.
At literally the same moment that the thought crosses your mind, the night is split by a monstrous howl echoing throughout the grounds.
You freeze, some ancient, ancestral part of your brain recognizing the cry of a predator. The sound is so terrible, so full of deadly inevitability, that even running seems futile.
A moment later, you hear what sounds like a snuffling behind you and, as you strain your ears, soft footsteps…pawsteps on the path.
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