Chapter 2: Shadows in the Trees

Ezekiel knelt in the undergrowth, his dark eyes scanning the clearing ahead. The forest was alive with sound—branches creaked under the weight of unseen things, and leaves rustled in the cold night breeze. He adjusted his grip on his rifle, the worn leather gloves creaking with the motion. Every fiber of his being was taut, his senses honed by years of hunting.

“See anything?” Connor’s voice was low but edged with impatience. The young hunter stood a few paces behind, his knife glinting in the moonlight. His sharp features, marred by a permanent scowl, were turned toward his uncle.

Ezekiel shook his head. “Not yet. But they’re close. I can feel it.”

Connor smirked, his confidence unshaken. “Good. Let’s finish this.”

The pair moved forward, silent as the predators they hunted. Each step brought them closer to their prey—and closer to a reckoning neither could fully anticipate.

Some other hunters from town had formed an alliance with Ezekiel, all coming along with Ezekiel and Connor, everyone going against the supernatural, wanting to end them all...Believing they're all monsters and pure evil.