There was no answer. "You're not going to show yourself?" she asked.
There was only silence. But she did sense the shadows moving on the ground.
Jessamyn clutched her shawl closer to her chest and furrowed her brows, trying to make out the shapes moving in the shadows. The night seemed to hold its breath, the silence growing heavier with each passing second. She strained her eyes, scanning the darkened forest, when suddenly, a rustling noise emerged from the underbrush.
Her eyes widened as she saw them—bulldog ants, larger than any she had ever seen. They moved with an eerie coordination, their glossy black bodies glistening in the moonlight. Jessamyn's heart pounded in her chest as the ants advanced toward her, their mandibles clicking ominously.
