Haunted Wood Break me down, you’ve got a lovely face

Setting: Night — 23:45
Weather: Eerily quiet, foggy, clear skies.

Santiago has been lost for some time now. No, not lost, but wandering. He had escaped the Teekon for no other reason other than his own selfish needs. His spine prickles with nerves at his blatant disregard for his previous mates — he abandoned them. Serem, the powerful midnight wraith that had the power to seduce him into complacency. Clarence. Oh, Clarence. The poor boy. He knows Serem would be able to make it on her own, but when he had first found Clarence he was already half dead and lost; so, so lost. His heart pounds horribly in his chest at the thought of anything bad happening to them. El segador — the reaper — has come back. He’s come back with purpose. To find his mates and spill blood along the way. New and many scars litter his pelt and he has the tang of blood in his mouth from his last kill — another wolf. 

The nigh is still young for him, he prefers the moon over the sun anyhow. Only when he realizes that he has made it into the haunted woods he used to call his home did his heart stutter in his chest. The forest around him is thick with fog and the silence is eerie. There is no one living here any longer. The nightwalkers have passed into the next realm, as will anyone else who dares interrupt him this night.