"Monica, run!" Hayes yelled, his eyes glowing a bright red. He quickly transformed, bolting towards her, but a pitch black werewolf got to her first, and tackled her to the ground. Hayes let out a growl, and attacked the wolf, knocking it off of her. But he froze when he saw Monica's face. Her eyes were open, and she lay completely still on the soft grass. Thunder bellowed through the sky, and it began to rain, as Hayes mustered up the courage to look down at her stomach. The protruding tummy in which she had been carrying their child for over eight months now.
There were large claw marks on it, dug deep into her skin, and her shirt was soaked in blood.
"No," Hayes whispered, stepping away from her in shock. "My baby... No, please." He was about to take Monica's lifeless body into his
