Chapter Five
A whoosh of putrid air hit Margo in the face. She couldn't see what was coming at her until it was practically inside her body. Even then, her eyes wouldn't make sense of it. Was a form emerging from the dark mist, or was there no form at all? Was this amorphous shape animal or elemental?
It was certainly not human.
Fear grabbed her by the throat. She had never been so afraid in all her life.
When Mitch cried “Run!” she didn't stop to think.
She ran.
Leaping over embers, Margo raced into the woods
The creature in the mist followed close behind, but closer still was Mitch. How had he popped out of that tent so fast? How had he put on his jeans so quickly? But it was a good thing he had. Bad enough being chased through a dark forest by a possibly supernatural forc
