Chapter 19

Caleb Vance moved through the undergrowth like a shadow, his feet finding the silent patches of moss and packed dirt with a practiced ease that had become second nature over the last month. The makeshift leather armor he'd fashioned from his kills creaked softly, the only sound accompanying his steady breath. He was no longer the panicked man who had tumbled down a rocky hillside; he was a predator in a forest full of them. The snap of a twig to his left was his only warning. A Night Howler...