Chapter Three
SarahThe birds—hundreds, definitely hundreds—cried out and moved. She threw up her arms to protect herself from the flurry of feathers and wings beating against the hot air.
Time to run.
Blindly, she dashed deeper into the complex. Almost immediately, she tripped over the uneven floor. Landing on her knees, she hissed in pain.
The low growl grew louder, and it lit up a primitive part of her brain that refused to stick around long enough to discover the source of the growling.
Nothing good, she knew.
A creature emerged from a shadowy pocket. Or maybe it was more accurate to say the light parted around the creature. Darkness swirled around it like a sinister miasma. Sarah’s mind cataloged the animal’s features—four legs, compact and muscular build like a big cat or a lean
