CHAPTER 7
Ivy’s heart sprinted in her chest as she ran toward the cabin. Mason arrived before her, but he waited for her to dash past him before he slammed the door. “Let’s put the couch in front of it.”
Panting, and with panic rolling through her, she helped Mason push the couch into the door. The wind slammed into the cabin in the next moment, and a yelp tore from her throat.
This wasn’t a permanent structure. It might not even stand.
Something pounded on the roof, and Ivy cowered into Mason. “What’s that?”
“Rain.” Mason looked up too. At least nothing was dripping from the ceiling—yet.
Ivy took a breath. Then another. Everything seemed eerily quiet, and then something huge and hulking hit the cabin.
She screamed. Mason yelled. They both darted away from the couch where they’d bee
