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Dragging me with it.
Shit. I held on tightly, my heels digging into the dirt. Branches whacked my face.
“Zeke?”
“Right behind you.”
Laser fire ripped into the monster. It stopped and reared up, sharp hooves flailing in the air.
I quickly circled a tree, wrapping the rope around the tree trunk and tying it off.
The monster thrashed and made a guttural noise that sent chills through me. Its red gaze was locked on me, filled with hunger and anger and fury.
I raised my carbine, and fired along with Zeke.
The monster’s body shuddered, but it couldn’t break the rope. It took a while, but the creature finally slumped to the ground.
Hell.
“Good work,” Zeke murmured.
I sucked in air and pressed my hand to a tree trunk.
I glanced down at the pool of light created by my flashlight.
A perfect, small boot print.
Colbie.
I took off, following the trail.
“Marc!” my brother yelled.
I didn’t stop. It was like something was tugging inside me, pulling me on.
The footprints petered out, and I glanced up. Another rocky overhang, then a little farther along, a small cave.
The entire area was shrouded in darkness.
I moved closer, being as stealthy as I could. Anything could make a cave a home out here.
Zeke slid along the rock wall behind me.
I got closer…
Just as something flew out of the cave at me.
Shit.
I caught a slim arm before a large rock was smashed into my head. Then I caught the rest of the small, curvy body.
Relief punched through me. “Colbie?”
She froze. “Marc.”
“It’s me, lark.”
She made a hiccupping sound, half laugh, half sob. Her hands gripped my shoulders. “Don’t call me that ridiculous nickname.”
