In just a couple of majestic jumps, he's by their side, his fangs bared, and golden eyes narrowed toward the threat before him. He pounces on the black beast and, in one swift bite, kills the creature instantly, black blood dripping from his jaw. He heads toward another mutated shifter as it tries to make its way through the gap in the barrier, ripping it to shreds with his large brown paws.

I’m lost in my thoughts and watching the large wolf at work when a glint of silver catches my eyes. There, in the center of the room, stands Ilyric, two strange curved blades in his hands. He skillfully flips them back and forth as he stands between two large black beasts.

One beast stands seven feet tall with protruding shoulder bones and elongated arms. Its mouth opens wide, showing its razor-sharp teeth, matching its long extended black claws. Much like Gregori, he seemed like some mutated shifter of sorts.

Beside him stands a beast on all fours. Its arms resemble some human similarity but are also elongated and covered in long black fur. Its back is curved, with barbed bones pointing from the flesh on its spine. Even on all fours, the beast reached Ilyric's neck. Its head tilted unnervingly from side to side, like something out of a horror film. It sends cold shivers down my spine watching it.

It opens its deformed jaw, showing its black glinting fangs, and releases a sound so high-pitched and shrill that I had to cover my ears. The sound is what I’d imagine a real Dementor to sound like.

I crouch slightly with the sound, the deafening shrill becoming louder as the seven-foot beast beside it charges toward Ilyric. The Fae doesn’t move or flinch as he watches the oncoming assault. He flips his blades one final time before the beast is on him, and in one rapid strike, slices the beast's arm off whole. The creature howls in agony at its lost appendage, the sound echoing around the room. It stops the creepy beasts shrieking as it pauses to watch the battle.

I thought it would immediately attack, having watched its comrade being wounded. Instead, it makes an eerie noise, almost like a snicker.

And if I didn’t have goosebumps before…

I turn away and shake my arms out, trying to dispel the cold creeping up my sides.

As I slowly turn back to watch Ilyric, I see him standing over the tall dead beast, black blood dripping from his blades, as two more deformed shifters make their way to him.

I look around in search of the creepy creature, hoping one of the others killed the beast or that it crawled back into whatever dark abyssal dimension it came from.

No such luck.

A large black blob of slobber drips from above me, landing on the floor by my feet.

My body freezes, and my breath stills as I lift my head above me.

The deformed creepy beast leers down at me. Its claws slashed into the ceiling above, holding it in place. Its black eyes continue to stare at me like I'm its next treat. Its head eerily tilted to one side as its eyes trail down the length of me, more black slaver forming from its gnarled jaw.