ABBY VALIANT
Even prepared, she couldn't hold back a gasp as a tall, gaunt creature emerged from the tree line.
Its gray skin hung in tatters off blackened bones. Its eyes were desiccated hollows, and its mouth a ragged gap filled with sharp, gray teeth. The old rusted scent of blood clung to its awful form.
Okay. That was not the same spirit that had shown up to the All Hallow's Eve party. But maybe this was its true form.
Abby fought to catch her breath.
This was it. The only way to make sure Reese stayed safe.
The Hunter rose to its full height, lifted its head, and emitted a blood-curdling scream.
Abby hurried to the bed where she'd shed her winter clothes earlier. She threw on a sweater, thick socks, and boots, but the heavy thud in her belly told her it was too late. Next, she shoved on her coat and pulled up its hood. Finally, she pushed her trembling hands into fitted gloves.
