How far would an angel go to find his demon? This is just a short story

The wind seems to speak as it rustles through the barren tree limbs, the howls and laments of the beast echo on the air, the frosty fingers of late November. Inside the Dendal Wood lie shadows, shadows that wait and watch passersby with malevolent interest. But the beasts are not the only things residing in the wood. #tnthorrorcontest

I'm taking prompts to reignite my interest in writing and brush up on it. Feel free to leave comments and critiques.