An American Werewolf | In London

Jack tripped, falling heavily onto the damp earth. Before he could scramble up, the massive shadow was upon them. David lunged toward his friend, swinging his heavy pack to distract the beast. The creature let out a fierce snarl, turning its yellow eyes toward David. In a flash of movement, David felt a sharp, searing pain across his shoulder as he was knocked backward.

"David," Jack hissed, his voice cracking. "Did you hear that?" An American Werewolf in London

They scrambled across the uneven ground, boots slipping on slick grass and hidden rocks. Behind them, the sound of heavy paws thudding against the peat grew closer. David could hear the creature’s labored breathing, a wet, rhythmic huffing that sounded like a steam engine. Jack tripped, falling heavily onto the damp earth