Blood Moon Riseing

She ran. She felt the cold caress of the snow and the blood moon against her pale skin. The pleasant and painful feeling as her skin stretched and her bones reshaped themselves. Feeling her paws strike bare earth, the smell of the forest around. her. It made her soul sing. Camile Rejoiced in it. She could smell the fear that came with the hunt; she could see her prey stumble and fall scrambling with its hands in the snow, trying to find some form of weapon to defend itself. Its attempts were futile; finally it gave up waiting for the death that its species was made for. She could feel her jaws tighten against its throat, the coppery warmth of its blood flooding her mouth. The scream it made as it fought for its last moment of death-
“BEEP! BEEP!”
Camile woke to the alarm clock scream, silencing it with a firm fist to the snooze button. “What a horrible dream” she thought to herself with dread. She stretched, rose out of bed and gave another glance to her alarm clock. 6:30 a.m. Well at least she had some time to kill before she went to work at her moms studio

sweet. good start