The wolf pawed the ground when Dexter connected his knife with his flesh, the gash dissolved in shadows. His nostrils flared and howled again, falling alone into the hole that was made for Dexter with his tackle.
His prey was inside the store and the Lurker had fallen into the basement. He recovered quickly and began to make his way to the stairs, his labored gasping would echo in every shade, calling forth the man’s fears, to take shape and stop him.