WILLA
The monster was gaining in on us.
The motorcycle tore through the deadly outer woods like a bullet fired through the air, engine roaring wildly under us.
My arms stayed locked tight around his waist, the helmet's chin strap biting painfully into my jaw. Wind hammered against the visor, howling in my ears like a freaking banshee.
Trees blurred into dark, menacing walls on both sides, while roots and jagged rocks jolted the bike violently with every sharp twist of the uneven path.
A monstrous roar exploded behind us — deep, guttural, and far too close. The ground itself shook with the force of it, sending vibrations straight up through the tires and into my bones.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of one of the hideous monsters, its long arms stretched out toward us.
Shit.
My throat tightened. I glanced back just as the guy swerved sharply, dodging a thick tree trunk.
