Hungry eyes on us
Ryker raised his gun, about to fire.
Before he could pull the trigger, something barreled into the beast from the side.
Hard. Fast. Violent.
Both creatures tumbled out of sight, a blur of claws and screeches.
The direworg cried, high and broken, the sound echoing down the long hall.
Whimpering.
Then silence.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
The shadows at the far end shifted.
And the thing that killed the direworg stepped into view.
It slinked forward on all fours.
Muscles tight under stretched skin.
Bones hard as steel.
Claws long and hooked, sharp as blades.
Teeth gleaming like metal in the dark.
A predator of predators.
A wraith.
Sleek, muscled, silent.
Oily jet-black fur.
Long agile tail.
Six eyes to see everything in every direction.
All of them fixed on us.
Cade didn't hesitate shouting, “FIRE!”
Bullets hit, but not enough.
The hide was too dense.
Armor like skin.
The thing slipped between shots, crawling along the walls, skittering across the ceiling.
Fast. Stealthy. Impossible to track.
