Redhawk Caldera werewolf bar mitzvah, spooky scary.

He crept forward, frustrated with his inability to see anything clearly in the darkness. Fear as well as anger clawed its way up his throat -- he refused to let anything happen to his other daughter. It simply wasn't an option. He would go down fighting tooth and nail to save her.

There was a rustle of leaves nearby and he looked up -- unwittingly glancing in Gannet's direction -- but whipped his head around in the other direction when he heard Liffey's soft, wavering whisper. "Liffey!" he bellowed, louder this time; somewhere overhead, a small group of bats took flight, their wings sighing in the breeze. Haphazardly, he plunged forward through the bare branches, ignoring their scraping along his sides.