“I felt it too,” Jack said.
He was standing on the path with one hand hovering over the grip of his holstered pistol, squinting into the trees. “Whatever it is,” he muttered. “It's fast. And much too big to be an animal.”
“One of Slade's minions?”
“If we're lucky.”
She caught a glimpse of whatever it was racing from tree to tree. It had legs; she could say that much. Which meant it was human-shaped. And the only thing that would fit that description was…“A ziarogat,” she whispered.
The line of soldiers had come to a stop, and some of them were watching Jack and Melissa with irritated expressions. “What's the holdup?” someone shouted. “Why aren't we moving?”
“Weapons up!” Jack shouted. “Hostile in the trees!”
With almost perfect synchronicity, they all turned on their heels and point
