Screaming wind rushed around his face. The tree leaves rustled loudly.

'Over here!' They seemed to shriek. 'He's over here!'

His breath rattled in his lungs. Cold sweat plastered his clothes to his body. How long had he been running for?

Minutes?

Despite the chaotic wind, Cyan could already feel its foul breath breathing down on him, cascading over his shoulders. Those glistening teeth bared, jaw open wide. Eyes redder than rubies.

His heart hammered an urgent pattern against his rib cage.

He sprinted until he tripped. His vision blurred. But through the night appeared two eyes, redder than rubies.