C16 The Thing Outside The Window

The darkness outside the shattered window doesn't move like a cloud, or a wing, or anything I have a name for.

It simply is, vast and silent, swallowing the moon whole, and the chapel's containment ward flickers in response, its steady golden light stuttering like a candle caught in a draft.

"What is that?" Selene whispers.

"I don't know," the captain admits, and for the first time all night