The charcoal coloured fur on the back of my neck stands upright in straight tension as my father hurtles towards us, a bloodthirsty stare staining his eyes. I edge forward, away from the icy rim of the cliff and motion to Chena to stay clear.
Father charges forth, towards the girl. His jaws are wide open, hungrily aiming for her neck. I intercept, and there is a deafening crack as our bodies collide. My frame gives way, he is almost twice my size and much stronger. I fall to one side, my body sliding off the ledge under the brutal impact. I struggle to latch onto the bitter coldness of the icy edge and pull myself back up, the muscles in my arms straining with the weight of my body. I clamber higher, my chest scraping the frozen cliff face. I expect my dad to toss me off
There is a heart-stopping scream from my dearest friend; I can hear it in every minute detail
the shredding of her dress, the fierce rip of material, even the sound of his blade-like teeth as they penetrate