Page 56 of Hunted By Fae

I tear my light away from Ramona’s horrified face and Emily tucked up in the car—and I drag it along the car.

There’s something here. Something that strikes pure terror through them.

Not another group.

Gunshots would be firing if it was another group, or someone would at least speak. So it must be something wild, savage—and up here…

There are a lot of animals that could be on that road right now, closing in on us.

Bears.

That’s the one thrumming in my mind, humming in my bones.

At least a mountain lion, I could take out with the shotgun. Maybe. I don’t really know. It just feels like it’s more effective on something like a mountain lion than a bear.

A bear, I shoot, and I get fucked up.

I’ve seen enough movies to know that.

So my heart is hammering as, slowly, I drag the shaky light over the asphalt road, from potholes to stains of blood, and lift it, higher, higher.

The race of my heart is punching in my chest, my throat, my head, my ears. The slickness of my palms slides my grip on the gun.

Beside me, Bee is frozen, tracing the lift of my torchlight to the road.

But I don’t see a mountain lion.

No black bear, grizzly bear, no pack of wolves prowling towards us.

What is see is…

Bizarre.

Like… really fucking strange.

A frown furrows my face—and I can only stare at them as they march down the road.

But whattheyare… I don’t know.

Not human.

That’s obvious now.

It wasn’t when I first set my eyes upon them, in that first bewildered moment, but now that I see the sheer muscle of them, their heights reaching seven foot or more, the sharp points of their ears, the inhuman glints of their eyes, their armour and weapons.

These men, thesemales, are not human.

They are warriors, marching down the road.

A sea of them.

Some warriors are on steeds.

Most follow behind, on foot.

Then steeds again.

Then more on foot.