Shapeshifter

The horde will come. They will consume. They will leave. The fearsome horde wasn’t supposed to be real… But then myth becomes reality in the touch of a savage. Glowing red eyes, pointed teeth, and claws demolish everything in our village. As well as my hope to escape with my sister. There’s nothing we can do except wait for their departure, hoping they don’t take more than we have to give. The savage’s demands are swift and foreign, as is the hunger in his eyes. He only watches me and the fire in his gaze burns brighter the longer he stares. I’m beginning to think he’ll never leave… Or if he does, he won’t go without me.