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Black Hollow was a town that seemed caught in time. The streets were cobbled, the buildings weathered, and the air carried the scent of damp earth and pine. The forest loomed on every side, dense and wild, its shadows stretching long and dark as twilight crept over the horizon. Elena Voss pulled her jacket tighter against the chill as she locked the door of the small clinic behind her. Her breath fogged in the cold air.

Her car sat alone in the gravel lot, the headlights flickering as she unlocked it. She glanced back at the clinic, its windows glowing faintly from the inside lights she'd left on. Another long day of treating everything from stray cats to injured raccoons. It wasn't glamorous work, but it felt like hers.

As she climbed into the driver's seat, her phone buzzed on the console. She glanced at the screen. Unknown Number. With a frown, she answered.

"Hello?"

There was silence on the other end. For a moment, all she could hear was her own breathing and the faint rustle of wind through the trees. Then, a voice. Low, gravelly, and unfamiliar.

"You shouldn't have come back, Elena."

Her grip on the phone tightened. "Who is this?"

"Leave Black Hollow. Tonight."

The line went dead.

Elena stared at the phone, her pulse racing. The voice wasn't familiar, but there was something about the tone-a weight, a warning-that made her stomach churn. She shook her head, setting the phone aside. Probably some bored kid with too much time on their hands.

The drive home was uneventful, the winding roads empty except for the occasional flash of deer eyes in the woods. Her little cottage sat at the edge of town, nestled among the trees. It had belonged to her mother once, though Elena barely remembered the woman who had died when she was only five. The house had stayed in the family, rented out until Elena had returned to claim it six months ago.

Inside, the house was warm and inviting, though Elena couldn't shake the feeling of being watched as she locked the door behind her. She double-checked the windows and turned on the kitchen light before setting her things down.

She hadn't even finished unpacking her bag when the sound came. A low, guttural growl, so faint she almost thought she'd imagined it.

Her breath hitched as she stood still, listening. The growl came again, this time closer, just outside the kitchen window. She edged toward the counter, her hand trembling as she reached for the knife block.

"Get it together," she whispered to herself. "It's probably a stray."

But when she peeked through the curtains, her heart stopped.

Eyes. Two glowing amber eyes stared back at her from the darkness. They were too high off the ground to belong to any dog or wolf.

Elena stepped back, her hand fumbling for the knife. The eyes disappeared, and for a moment, she thought the creature had gone. But then she heard it-a scrape against the door, followed by a low, menacing snarl.

"Who's out there?" she called, her voice shaking.

The snarling stopped, replaced by a chilling silence. Her heart pounded in her chest as she edged toward the door, knife in hand.

And then it spoke.

"Elena."

She froze. The voice was guttural, inhuman, but it knew her name.

The door rattled, as if something massive had slammed into it. She stumbled back, panic rising.

"Leave." The voice was louder now, more commanding. "Or you'll regret it."