POV: Luna
"Miguel, RUN!"
My scream breaks through his paralysis.
He turns and runs, crashing through the underbrush.
The creature follows. I can hear it even though I can't see it clearly. Something impossibly fast. Impossibly wrong.
"Luna, help me!" Miguel gasps as he runs. "Please, I don't know what to do!"
"I'm trying!"
But I'm not really there. I'm stuck in the dream-link, watching helplessly as he runs for his life.
I can see the old mill now. A crumbling structure by the creek, half-collapsed and rotting.
Miguel heads straight for it, scrambling through a broken window.
The creature stops at the edge of the building. Circling. Waiting.
"Why isn't it following him inside?" I wonder aloud.
Then I realize. The mill must have some kind of protection. Something keeping the cre
