The wind screamed through the mountains, slicing through Daniel’s soaked jacket like a blade. Snow blasted against his face, turning his skin numb. His legs ached, every step sinking deeper into the frozen ground. He was lost, exhausted, and running out of time.
The snow roared around him, a relentless wall of white. Then—through the chaos—a shape emerged. Tall, unmoving. At first, Daniel thought it was a person. But then, he saw them—two golden eyes, burning through the storm, locked onto him.
His pulse spiked. A predator. Towering, motionless, its silhouette shifting within the storm. Daniel’s breath hitched. It didn’t charge, didn’t make a sound—just watched. The wind shrieked around them, but in that frozen space between, there was only silence. Then, without warning, the creature did something that took Daniel by surprise…..