Gwen's breaths were deep but fast. Her muscles ached and begged for a break but the vicious sound of snarls and dog-like barking was enough to keep her from stopping for a minute. She wanted to turn her head and see if the beast was still chasing her but she didn't want to risk getting eaten if she stopped. As she ran through the darkened forest, she slightly jumped at the sound of leaves crunching and branches breaking under her feet. She dodged tree roots, low hanging branches and boulders as she looked for a place to hide herself. And as fate would have it, she found a spot to hide. It was a large oak tree with a trunk large enough to hide her whole body. She made a sharp left turn and slammed into the trunk. As she slowly sat to the ground, she felt large amounts of air return to her lungs. She brought a hand up to her face and felt thick beads of sweat drip down her forehead. As she sat there, she heard a sound she didn't want to hear again. It was the spine tingling howl of the creature that was chasing her.

Gwen felt the heavy feeling of fear soon slither back into her body. She got back onto her feet but when she tried to run, her legs locked up. She tried to get them to move but they wouldn't budge. With a little bit of force, she bolted from the tree… only to trip over a tree root. As she fell, she rolled down a cliff, screaming the whole way down until she came to a stop at the bottom. As she got onto her knees, she felt her bones tingle with fear as the area around her became bathed in a bright red glow. Cocking her head up, she gasped as she noticed it. Up there, sitting in the sky's highest peak, was a blood moon.

"Beautiful isn't it?" She heard a scratchy and deep voice ask. She looked and felt her heart stop at what she saw. It was a large wolf that had shadow black fur which was matted with a familiar crimson liquid. It had large muscled legs that ended in huge paws. A long bushy tail swung from side-to-side as it stared at her with unnatural glowing red eyes. It had a large head with sharp canines perfectly made for eating her. "The blood moon is a rare sight. And it's a perfect time to hunt." The wolf said with a smile. Gwen began to try and crawl from the giant wolf which just edged closer to her.

"P-please… w-what d-do you w-want?" She asked it. The wolf smiled and smacked it's lips.

"Why isn't it obvious? I want you!" It roared as it opened it's jaws and clamped them down on her throat.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Gwen screamed as she woke up from her nightmare. She looked around and saw that all the other girls were asleep in their bunk beds. She looked over her bed only to see that it was soaked with sweat from her running in her dream, even though she was more likely rolling around in it, before she sighed and went back to sleep. But as she laid her head down, she found it impossible to get back to sleep. She was afraid of being chased and seeing that wolf again. So she decided to go for a little walk. Silently, she crawled out of her bunk and tried to get outside. As she neared the door though, she stepped on a plank that creaked, making her stop dead in her tracks. She turned and saw that it didn't wake anybody up. Gwen then turned back and opened the cabin door and walked out. She creeped down the steps and then began her walk when her feet touched the ground. As she started to follow the dirt path, she heard somebody walking behind her. She turned and saw.. nothing. She sighed and turned around only to be greeted by a tree branch. She rubbed her head and got back to her feet and heard something… growling.

She swore she heard something say "Mine." before she turned around and once more was greeted with nothing but the chirping of crickets. As she continued along her path she soon grabbed a wooden stick and hefted it. She knew this island too well to let her guard down. She continued along the path and was soon greeted by a beautiful pool. The moon's glowing light made the pool shine brightly.

"Might as well since nobody's around." Gwen said as she started to approach the pool and take off her clothes. When all of her clothes laid on the ground, she dipped a foot into the pool and sighed as the warm water felt good. She soon walked into the pool and soon relaxed into it's warm comfortable waters and closed her eyes. Her moment of peace was soon interrupted by a loud howl.

Her eyes shot open as the sound sent a shiver down her spine. Her head shot around as she tried to see what made the howling sound. But then she figured it was probably one of Chris' pranks and continued to float in the pool. But then, she heard a familiar voice speak again.

"Leave." She turned around a few times but found nothing in the area at all. She soon got out of the pool and put her clothes back on as she ran back to her cabin only to be met by yet another tree branch.

"Are you alright?" A gentle but deep voice asked. Gwen looked and saw a familiar face with a look of worry. He was a bit taller than her and had a serious attitude. He had a green mohawk and a piercing in his nose and in his left eyebrow. He was wearing a pair of baggy shorts that were torn like a dog got a hold of them.

"D-Duncan what happened?"

"Oh this? Ran into a wolf and kicked it's ass. You know just being the bad boy I am." He smirked. Gwen just chuckled at her friend as he held out a hand to help her up. She accepted it and got back to her feet.

"Thanks. So what're you doing out here?" She asked.

"I followed you out here. Didn't want anything to get its paws on you." He replied.

"Well I just couldn't sleep so I went for a little dip. That was.. until I heard this voice." She said.

"What kind of voice?" He asked curiously.

"A deep, scratchy voice. It said "mine" when I was walking here and it was telling me to leave." She replied.

"Well ya' shouldn't listen to people like that. Was probably Chris trying to scare you." Duncan told her.

"Probably. But how'd you run into a wolf?" She asked as she stared at his torn shorts.

"Why do squirrels act so vicious here?"

"...good point."

"Now let's get back to our cabins and worry about this crap later." Duncan said as they both went back to their respective cabins to turn in for the night. Never knowing that there is a hunter among them. A vicious cold blooded monster roams the island with them. Lock the doors, grab your holy talismans, and make sure you're not afraid of wolves. This is the story of the Blood Moon Massacre.