Overture

When Moonlight Falls

The forest smelled of night. Dry leaves and branches on the ground crackled like porcelain beneath the feet of a woman in a long white T-shirt.

The creature that followed her walked, the forest flitting past him as if he were running. He was nude, and the moonlight turned his skin ghost white. His jarring bone and bulbous muscle shifted beneath his skin. She collapsed at his touch, shivering at his breath. His too many teeth laid into her neck.

Her scream was short. The forest was not large, and it was surrounded by houses. But the homes were broken to the sounds of the forest. It was not strange for a rabbit to be eaten by a coyote.