Sally turns away from the beast and looks toward the living room where the sound of glass shattering came from. She knows who the voice belongs to and her heart beats nervously just thinking about what he’s doing all the way out there. They were in the middle of the woods in a crumbling, old house with a terrifying monster. She didn’t think anyone would be brave or willing to come after her.
“Sally, I know you’re in there! You can come on out!” Anson shouts through the broken window.
She turns back to the creature. He’s on full alert, pushing out any amount of pain he was feeling from changing. His home is being threatened. The new life he’s being offered is threatened and he’s not going to just stand by and let those people take what belongs to him.
He stands up straight, cracking his knuckles and stretching his legs. His body still aches and he can feel his head getting a bit dizzy. He sniffed the air, smelling the strangers outside his house. There are many of them out there, all of them angry and ready for a fight. They were there to take something he cares deeply about away from him. It might be a new type of love, but it is love nonetheless. He’d rather die than let those men take it away from him.
“Sally, if you don’t come out,” Anson shouts one more time, “we’re going to come in there and things won’t be pretty after that. I just want you to come out and be safe. We can go home and forget all this ever happened.”
One more time, she turns to the beast, “What do I do?” she asks, hoping he has the answer she’s looking for, “I don’t want to go back with them.”
“You won’t have to.” The beast says, then stomps through the kitchen.