CHAPTER THIRTY
I stilled. I slowly sat back on my knees, never breaking eye contact with the figure in front of me. I was scared to move, afraid that it would attack as soon as I looked away. So we stayed there, our eyes never leaving each other, waiting to see who would make the first move. Still keeping eye contact, I slowly stood up, picking up the branch I had dropped with a surprisingly steady hand. I held it out in front of me with both hands, gripping it like a bat. I took a step backwards. I stepped on a small branch, breaking it. The sudden noise made me take a sharp inhale and I stilled. The figure in front of me started to move towards me. I heard it growl. Not wanting to find out who or what it was, I turned on my heels and started sprinting through the forest. The tree canopy blocked out m
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