The Sentinels In the night

Would you be alright with bumping this to the present? (:

Fear had driven Malachi to the outskirts of Donnelaith's claim. The scent of salt clung to him and followed him wherever he walked, as if the siren ran mocking circles around him. The memory of her set him on edge, but more disturbing were the thoughts that her invisible presence plagued upon his mind. Thoughts of violence, and full of anger, thirsty to enact vengeance on the woman who had torn his life apart. Their darkness made him tremble, for while he saw the destruction that would follow if he chose to give into their wiles, his will to resist grew weaker by the day.

The burden lay heavy on him that evening. Even hunting did nothing to quell him, and he moved his way to his makeshift den with empty jaws and a stomach to match. Another day of fighting demons left him exhausted, and Malachi would not have noticed the shadow through the trees if not for the cut of her path barring the way to his den. A buzz of shock set his hairs on end when he caught her movement ahead. "Who's there?" His voice sounded stronger than he felt, and he strained his eyes to see through the cover of twilight.