BLOOD MOON RISING - english version

~ prolog ~

The moment she heard him growl her legs didn't want to carry her anymore. Small stones bored into her skin when she fell to her knees, the cold of the ground pervaded through the thin fabric of her petticoat and dazed her even more. She gasped for air which was thin in the mine's tunnel and that increased her panic even more. Breath, she needed to breath ...! Her body ached, the grazed skin burning with pain. Salty tears were running down her cheeks as she tried to stand up, the rough stone wall ripped the palms of her hands even more. Fragments of prayers came to her mind, but not a single word passed her lips. She knew he could hear her, but sounds were the least of her problems. He could easily smell her with all the blood she had lost. She groped her way along the wall, step by step, slowly, carefully, whimpering, the soles of her feet sore and bloody. She did not want to die! But death was only a matter of minutes, since the werewolf already had picked up her scent...