The tension was high as the dance itself went faster. With every beat, more wendigo hands came to reach for Ahanu.
All three adults had to keep dancing and ignore this, which proved to be the most difficult thing they had done in their life. Harker thought that this was even more difficult than the time he had to let Mina go to follow her path towards revenge.
The little boy was sobbing now from the pain as the hands tore off his clothes and sunk their claws deep into his flesh. Blood trickled all over the patch of snow where he sat.
Harker can't take it anymore. He can't let this poor boy die just so he and Joan could be spared by Bigfoot.
He almost stopped dancing when—
The ground shook, and the hands retreated. The wendigos seemed to have run off. Ahanu sighed in relief in between the lines of his song, but he was still bleeding all over. One of the claws was so close to piercing through his lungs itself.
