before they attacked, but she needed to wait until they were all close enough to be affected. She had one chance to catch them unprepared.
As men, they were smart and talented.
As monsters, they went on instinct and gut, and her only chance was to be smarter than they were.
She turned off her headlights, leaving only her parking lights to illuminate the isolated road as the SUV raced along, trying to lure her attackers into a sense of safety. The night seemed to come to life, swelling around her like the hand of doom, ready to suck her into its depths, offering all the advantage to the beasts hunting her. The blackness was terrifying, a nightmare from her youth—
No. She could handle this. She could do this.
Sarah gunned the gas, straining her eyes for that red glow that would tell her where they were. The trees were black specters, striking at the night as the wind took their branches and knifed them across the void.
A dark shape fluttered across the road, and she almost hit the button—
No. An owl. She'd almost moved too soon. Sweat dripped down her forehead at the close call, but she didn't dare take a moment to wipe it away. She had to be ready.
Her only chance was to strike when they didn’t expect it. The impact of artificial light was limited, and if they had time to defend themselves, her assault would be powerless. Her only infallible weapon was her own powers, but the cost to her was too great, especially if she had to hurt her brother...
She jutted out her jaw, and fierce determination swelled through her. No. She would not let them win.
Then she saw what she'd been looking for: two small red circles glowing at her from a tree ahead, the eyes of a demon watching her. Another set to the right. A third on her left. She grimaced, realizing they were all around her. Her brother couldn't have done the stereotypical male "I-never-ask-for-help" thing and come alone, could he? No, he'd brought the whole damned posse with him. Damn Jacob and his overly social tendencies.
The Calydons were all around her, just like last night. Panic swelled in her throat, and she fought it back, fighting against the urge to be pathetic and terrified.
Terror got her nowhere, and dammit, she had somewhere to be in the morning.
Sarah fixed her gaze on the undulating shadow poised on the tree trunk, those red eyes watching her so carefully, tracking her progress. He was preparing to time the attack with flawless precision.
Yeah, well, so was she, and she was the smarter one, so odds on her. Or not, but positive thinking was supposed to accomplish something , right?
Her finger trembled over the button. Ready. Waiting.
She forced her foot off the gas, slowing down, so they would think they had more time and get careless in their attack. Her instincts were screaming at her to floor it, to try to outrun them, but she knew she couldn't. This was her only chance—
Then she heard it. Click click click. The rapid triple click, the only warning their prey ever had. Click click click from all around her, from each one as they prepared to attack.
Game time...Now!
Sarah jammed her foot on the gas, and the vehicle exploded forward at the same moment that the night filled with black shadows leaping off the trees, right at her. She had a split second of raw horror as she saw that bottomless mouth and the twelve-inch claws coming at her—
Screw being afraid. "Leave me alone!" She slammed her finger down on the button, and the floodlights on the roof of her truck burst to life, lighting up the dark woods as if the angels themselves had unleashed heaven's blessings onto the night.
The night screamed with their agony as the light burned them, and she swerved to the left as one catapulted past her in a helpless free-fall, his wail of agony like the worst suffering in the bowels of hell.
She heard the thud of its body crashing to the asphalt behind her, rendered helpless by the light that he hadn't had time to shield against. Others hurtled
As men, they were smart and talented.
As monsters, they went on instinct and gut, and her only chance was to be smarter than they were.
She turned off her headlights, leaving only her parking lights to illuminate the isolated road as the SUV raced along, trying to lure her attackers into a sense of safety. The night seemed to come to life, swelling around her like the hand of doom, ready to suck her into its depths, offering all the advantage to the beasts hunting her. The blackness was terrifying, a nightmare from her youth—
No. She could handle this. She could do this.
Sarah gunned the gas, straining her eyes for that red glow that would tell her where they were. The trees were black specters, striking at the night as the wind took their branches and knifed them across the void.
A dark shape fluttered across the road, and she almost hit the button—
No. An owl. She'd almost moved too soon. Sweat dripped down her forehead at the close call, but she didn't dare take a moment to wipe it away. She had to be ready.
Her only chance was to strike when they didn’t expect it. The impact of artificial light was limited, and if they had time to defend themselves, her assault would be powerless. Her only infallible weapon was her own powers, but the cost to her was too great, especially if she had to hurt her brother...
She jutted out her jaw, and fierce determination swelled through her. No. She would not let them win.
Then she saw what she'd been looking for: two small red circles glowing at her from a tree ahead, the eyes of a demon watching her. Another set to the right. A third on her left. She grimaced, realizing they were all around her. Her brother couldn't have done the stereotypical male "I-never-ask-for-help" thing and come alone, could he? No, he'd brought the whole damned posse with him. Damn Jacob and his overly social tendencies.
The Calydons were all around her, just like last night. Panic swelled in her throat, and she fought it back, fighting against the urge to be pathetic and terrified.
Terror got her nowhere, and dammit, she had somewhere to be in the morning.
Sarah fixed her gaze on the undulating shadow poised on the tree trunk, those red eyes watching her so carefully, tracking her progress. He was preparing to time the attack with flawless precision.
Yeah, well, so was she, and she was the smarter one, so odds on her. Or not, but positive thinking was supposed to accomplish something , right?
Her finger trembled over the button. Ready. Waiting.
She forced her foot off the gas, slowing down, so they would think they had more time and get careless in their attack. Her instincts were screaming at her to floor it, to try to outrun them, but she knew she couldn't. This was her only chance—
Then she heard it. Click click click. The rapid triple click, the only warning their prey ever had. Click click click from all around her, from each one as they prepared to attack.
Game time...Now!
Sarah jammed her foot on the gas, and the vehicle exploded forward at the same moment that the night filled with black shadows leaping off the trees, right at her. She had a split second of raw horror as she saw that bottomless mouth and the twelve-inch claws coming at her—
Screw being afraid. "Leave me alone!" She slammed her finger down on the button, and the floodlights on the roof of her truck burst to life, lighting up the dark woods as if the angels themselves had unleashed heaven's blessings onto the night.
The night screamed with their agony as the light burned them, and she swerved to the left as one catapulted past her in a helpless free-fall, his wail of agony like the worst suffering in the bowels of hell.
She heard the thud of its body crashing to the asphalt behind her, rendered helpless by the light that he hadn't had time to shield against. Others hurtled
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