(Drago's Pov)

Pant! Gasp! Pant! Fear fueling the fire in my legs, Dascar and I sprinted after the sound of Storm's scream, praying that she was alright. Low branches clawed at my clothes and skin, tearing and scratching me as well as my brother.it seemed as if the world was moving in slow motion, and the only thing that existed was my fear of the worst possible outcome coming true.
Then, we saw it. Dascar and I froze, my blood turning cold at the sight. Storm was clinging to a branch for dear life, she must've tried scrambling up the tree to escape the danger, smart girl. What horrified me though, was the fact that Storm had deep gouges and claw marks along her legs, made by the screeching monster beneath her. It leapt up again, and my eyes were scarred with a view I wish I could forget. The monster was long and narrow, with a body similar to a panther, except it was longer. It's legs were bent and curved, ending with huge, almost flat five-toed paw, with curved, 8-inch long, bloodied, razor sharp claws. It's face was long and narrow, similar to an arrow shape, and it's mouth was filled with multiple rows of needle-like teeth. It's nose was pointed and along with the many other teeth, the creature had two huge, fangs, that were about the size of a large steak knife. It's eyes were blood red, with white pupils and black rings. It's tail was long and ended in a knife-like tip that looked like it could cut someone in half. Two shiny horns twisted out of the top of its head, as if to mock the heavens above it. Scales covered the top of its back, and faded into fur near its underbelly. It watched Storm with a hungry look in its eyes, saliva and blood dripping from its predatory fangs protruding from its mouth.
"It's a demon, by God, it's a demon," I heard Dascar whisper under his breath, his eyes wide with horror.
I felt something inside me snap when the demon leapt up and dragged its talons down Storm's leg, causing her to let out another scream of agony as crimson drops cascaded down her leg in thicker waves, rage taking over me. Without thinking, I screamed and hurtled myself at the demon. I am sure as heck that I ain't no human. I ripped my pocket knife out of my pocket, flipping it open and charged the demon. It swiveled around and lifted its massive paw, the wind whistled as it swiped its claws at me, sending me flying into a tree. Pain seared into my skin, clouding my thoughts. My back was burning with pain and my ears were ringing. The creature let out another ear-splitting screech, it's red eyes burning with the hatred made by the devil himself. It lashed its deadly tail back and forth before charging me, it's claws gouging the ground as it raced towards me. Dascar ripped his hatchet off his belt and flung himself at it, aiming a blow at its shoulder. Dark red blood sprayed out of the wound, staining drops of blood into Dascar's jacket. It whirled around in fury, posed to strike Dascar, who had his arms held in front of his face for protection, when a good sized rock made contact with the back of its scull. I turned around to see Storm, who had fallen from the branch and was leaning over on her hands and knees. Though hot tears were streaming down her red face, her eyes were frozen ice cold in pure determination. The creature hissed, leaping at her with its claws outstreached as if it were a hawk ready to snatch up a mouse for the kill. I sprang into action, digging my knife deep into its thick fur on its shoulder and leapt back. It whirled around, it's eyes burning in fury as it staggered with the knife buried in its shoulder. Then it leapt at me, my back against a tree, preventing my escape. It landed on me, it's jaws open to make the killing bite...