Chapter Eleven
The silence of the night continued. Pony fought the ominous feeling of dread creeping over her as she approached the cabin. It was dark, the children should be asleep. She stopped at the edge of the trees and sniffed the air. The same scent of blood and rotting flesh snaked up her nostrils as at the pool. It was near. Very near.
Every fiber of her being screamed out to rush into the cabin and check on the children. Yet she knew the beast was not here for them. Pony never ran from a fight. She found the best approach was to challenge it out in the open so she could see it coming. She took a deep breath and walked out into the open grass scanning the area as she moved with slow confidence.
A slight shift in the shadows underneath the porch and Pony knew her challenge had be
