A Pack Divided by Hunter Erin

A Pack Divided by Hunter Erin

Author:Hunter, Erin [Hunter, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-08-21T07:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER TWELVE

A terrible menace lurked in the gray gloom, and Storm was lost.

The fog was like a living creature, snaking thickly around the trees, oozing into her mouth and nostrils so that she dreaded every breath. Storm could see nothing beyond it, and the horror of what might be hidden made her heart beat cold and slow in her chest. Because there was something there, she knew it. She could no longer tell which direction was sunup, and every tree in the forest was an identical, malevolent monster. She would never find her way home, never.

With the smothering fog around her, she couldn’t even smell the beasts that waited among the trees. She knew what they were, though: Fierce Dogs. She could see their shadows looming close, keeping pace. The shape of one was outlined for a moment against the wall of gray; it stopped dead, turning its head toward her. Glowing red eyes pierced the fog, like the bright claws of some Spirit Dog.

And the eyes were coming closer now . . . closer . . . yet the body remained a shadow. As the monster lunged forward, Storm gave a howl of horror and fled.

There was no running from it. More pairs of red glittering eyes blinked open in the gloom, all of them fixed on her. The shadow-dogs’ barks and howls echoed and rebounded through the trees as they hunted her down, and however fast she ran, she could not escape them. Were they ahead of her, or behind?

Both?

She swerved to the side, skidding and stumbling and racing on, and slammed into something immoveable. The breath was knocked from her lungs as she crashed to the cold earth—

“Storm . . . Storm . . .”

The sinister voice was calling her name. It knew her, it wanted her, it had her trapped and helpless. Tendrils of fog drifted away as a vast shadow loomed above her, drawing closer. And Storm gave a shrieking whine of terror as she saw its face—

“Storm! STORM!”

The bark snapped her abruptly into wakefulness. Storm reeled on her paws, dizzy and disoriented, but though her paws slithered under her, she didn’t fall. The face of the Fierce Dog who stood over her wasn’t obscured by fog; it was clear, and concerned, and his eyes were brown, not a glaring, violent red.

“Arrow,” she gasped.

He stood among trees that weren’t monstrous at all. Pale light from the Sun-Dog’s rays gilded their trunks, and their leaves rustled as the Wind-Dogs romped playfully with the Forest-Dog.

“Storm, are you all right?” Arrow ducked his head a little, to make her meet his eyes. “I saw you wandering out of camp.”

She shook her whole body, trying to rid herself of the last traces of the dream. “I’m fine, Arrow. Fine. I shouldn’t have gone for a walk, I was tired already. I guess I fell asleep out here.” She began to shoulder her way past him.

He stepped sideways, blocking her way. “That’s not true, Storm. When I saw you walk out of the clearing, it was like you were asleep already.



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