The Living Dark — Stephen Gresham

In the blackness of the room, Mance watched in horror as the shape took form from the living dark. At first it looked like smoke, then the creature became wolf-like, with yellow eyes glistening with hate and fangs gleaming. It stared at Mance, grew larger and larger, claws tearing at the air...

Something created by a long-dead woman to protect her children had been unleashed, and when it could find no one to serve, it because to ravage the small town, demanding more, more blood, more...and leaving only torn bodies to mark its passage.

Something Mance had done had called it forth, but nothing he could do would control it. Then an old woman revealed the secret of her past, and the final battle began between the town and The Living Dark.