Calvin said, continuing to trudge through the snow, the crunch of snow thundering in the momentary silence.

Suddenly, Calvin spotted a blood-splattered hand, fingernails clinging desperately to their limbs, skin mangled as if a lion gnawed on the flesh, broken bones scattered into bent bits, and worst of all—the hand connected to no one.

He froze.

The air coiled around his neck, and a shadow erupted out of nowhere, darting a mile past him while raising a clawed limb!

Instinct hurled him forward with a stretched leap, but a blade sliced down his jacket like a hot knife through butter. Shreds of leather fluttered through the arctic air as he rolled across the ground. Ripping his body out of the snow in a panicked frenzy, Calvin's gaze