Stella crouched low, inching forward quietly, every sense on high alert. The scent grew stronger the closer she got to the treeline, that strange, twisted smell lingering like a mark left by whoever—or whatever—was out there. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to remain calm, focusing on each step she took, trying to avoid making any noise that might give away her position.
Behind her, Josh watched intently, his hand resting on his holster, though they both knew a gun would be useless against the kind of creature they were dealing with. Stella motioned for him to stay put, and he gave a tense nod, understanding the danger of rushing into the unknown.
