Ava's POV
I hunkered down behind a thorny shrub, my pulse racing, my thoughts whirling like a vicious storm. "Nobody knew we were out here, Steve," I gasped, my voice quavering, barely audible over the rustle of leaves.
"Shh," he breathed, his arm darting out, gesturing into the shadows. "They're coming this way," he rumbled, his claws retracting with a quiet click, his eyes shining like a predator's, locked on something stirring in the distance.
I caught what he was fixed on, spotting two shadowy forms advancing, their steps measured and purposeful, like hunters on the prowl. My insides knotted, dread slowly crawling up my back.
"What do we do, Ava?" Sarah whispered, trembling, her wide eyes flicking to me. "We can't take them on. They'll tear us to pieces."
She had a point. We'd get
