The Beast

The creature stood before her, and spread it's wings. In the failing light, diminished by the cover of dark trees, Carissa could make out the form of the beast. The creatured had the wings of a giant bat, but the terrible body of a giant wolf.
It's fur was matted in greasy wads to it's body, which shook as the creature advanced slowly and deadly, with its hideuos red eyes fixed on its target. A deep growl emmitted out of the crooked jaws as it approached. Steam wafted out of its fur, as if it had come from the fires of the underworld itself. Death hung only moments away. Silently, the beast advanced, fully focused on its prey. The Dark Secret that Carissa had been carrying for so long was about to amount to nothing, for none so far had survived The Beast.