Meriwa watched on as a feeling of abject horror, like spiders skittering up her spine, crawled over her as a figure came out of the ocean. At first, while in the surf, the grey blob lay close to the ground, oblong and with little defining shape. Then, within the blink of an eye, a squat, broad male stood in its place.
It can’t be.
The male marched towards them, purpose and resolution in every step. A grey pelt, dappled as her own, was thrown carefully over his wide, pale shoulder. Hair, as white as the cap on the breaking surf, fell in waves over his collarbone. It matched the thick, snowy hair on the lower half of his face.
But it was the eyes, dark like her own, only cruel and sharp and narrowed in her direction, that gave him away.
Walker looked between the two of them, worry ma
