You jump to your feet and race through the forest. The moon gives you enough light so you are able to keep yourself from smacking into trees. For only a second, you could swear you saw a shape beside you. You hope and pray that it was nothing.

A terrible screeching reaches your ears, and a claw shoots out from the darkness. You die instantly as the claw rips out your throat, and you feel nothing as the Vrylokas leap upon you and rip you apart.