“So, this cure? Do you believe the
‘Mothers’ will let you have one? Do you think your Mother has that kind of pull?”
She led the way, her head lowered to the ground, Drago close behind.
With hours to go until sunrise, his unease was building. Every sound, movement, and
Roxy Matthews odor concerned him. He knew he was more on edge because of the woman ahead of him and as much as he tried to shake it, he could not. Raechel was a grab ‘n’ go meal outside the communities, not even counting her current state. He feared his fatigue from their earlier escape would hamper his ability to protect her again if they ran into another beast hiding in the shadows.
“I don’t know, Raechel,” he whispered.
“But I’m not leaving without either the cure or the means to make--”
Before Drago could finish his sentence he felt a tightening around his ankle and heard a distinct clink. Within seconds he was ripped upside down, dangling several feet off the ground. The jerking of his body weight against his one slung ankle brought forth a sharp pain that he bit back.
“Drago,” Raechel cried out.
His gaze moved to her. Her hands were over her mouth, her feet inches from the disrupted forest floor where the trap was hidden.
The sound of breaking branches in the distance shot him to attention. Someone was coming.
“Move. Hide. Now!” Drago commanded.
Her wide, frightened eyes darted around her surroundings. She was starting to panic which did not ease his concerns.
Hanging upside down in the tree left her alone and vulnerable. It was at that moment his eyes caught an open tree trunk within sprinting distance of her.
He flailed his arms to get her attention as the cracking and crunching closed in. She looked up just as he pointed at the wide opening several feet away. Raechel pivoted in place, raced for the opening, and slid inside moments before a loud scream echoed off the hulking stocks of several trees.
Confident she was safe, Drago swallowed the lump in his throat and turned his attention to his own predicament. He didn’t want to admit it, and if he survived, he would deny he ever thought it, but right now he was terrified and wanted nothing more than to be back in his little home, inside the safety of the community gates.
“There you are.” Came a cracking voice that sent shivers up Drago’s spine.
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