Chapter SevenKiera had brought spare clothes in the car, which meant she was at least dry as they walked from the car park to the Hurlers, but sadly that didn’t mean she felt any warmer. They moved briskly across the open expanse of grass, partly in a hurry to reach Jack and partly in an attempt to warm up.
The moon filtered a pale light through gaps in the cloud, but generally they were both walking blind, hoping they didn’t suddenly stumble into the gaze of the Cockatrice.
Once they reached the stone circles, Kiera knew that the beast was no longer around.
“Do you think it’ll return tonight?” Kitto scanned the surrounding area as best he could, and then looked upwards and searched the skies. “A Cockatrice usually sticks to a regular hunting ground.”
Kiera shook her head. “You said th
