Jack found himself torn between two urges—stalk you from the shadows or end it all and kill you right here, right now. The thought of sinking his claws into your flesh, ripping your organs apart to quell his insatiable hunger, was tempting. Yet, watching you from a distance stirred something else inside him, an eerie sense of exhilaration. The idea of tearing you limb from limb, piece by piece, replayed in his mind like a twisted fantasy he couldn’t shake.

He crouched silently behind the tree line, hidden by the shadows, his black eye sockets fixed on your figure as you trudged through the thick snow. The pristine white landscape stood in stark contrast to your dark winter attire. You were bundled up tightly against the cold, wrapped in layers of fabric that would make it harder for him to cut through... but that only made the thought more enticing.

The snow crunched softly beneath your boots, the cold air hanging still between you, and Jack remained motionless, watching... waiting. For now, the thrill of stalking you kept his hunger at bay. But for how long?