Faun Over Me (CAMP CRYPTID #1) by B.L. Brown EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Cricket
SWEETGUM AND MOUNTAIN ASH bowed and tussled, their branches
creaking and groaning beneath gale-force winds. Rain fell in heavy sheets,
obscuring the deer trail, and the only light came in intermittent bursts as
lightning cracked overhead.
An exceptionally bright flash revealed the snaggled, clawed ends of a
branch, and Cricket ducked low, narrowly avoiding having her eyes gauged
out. She stumbled over a root, pinwheeling her arms to stay upright.
“Oak and ivy!” Her hoof came down on a mud slick, and Cricket skidded
forward, barely grasping the thin trunk of a sapling cottonwood to stop her
fall. She raised her free hand, shielding her eyes from the rain and squinting
through the dark. She had to keep moving; had to get to the camp and out of
this storm. Had to get walls and a door between her and whatever it was
that stalked her through the woods. Her ears swiveled, seeking the sound of
snapping twigs and thudding footfalls over the howl of the wind and
pouring rain.
Nothing.
Nothing but the rain and the wind and the thudding of her heart in her
ears.
She pushed off the cottonwood and darted across the clearing. Lightning
cracked, illuminating the woods in an all-too-brief flash of white light—not
so brief that she missed the looming shadow in the trees.
“Fuck.” Her ears snapped back. Adrenaline surged through her legs,
sending her bolting across the tiny hollow. She ducked under branches and
leaped over boulders and roots, running on sheer instinct alone.
Gods, she had to be close. Please, let her be close. She’d been running for
hours, ever since that argument with her parents. As the crows flew, the
camp was only eighteen miles away, an easy distance for a faun in good
weather. And the trail well-known: up the ridge to Bald Knob, north for a
ways, then down into Shavers Fork Valley before summiting Barton Knob
and descending into Elkwater. Two hours on well-traversed deer trails
frequented by their border patrol.
But in the rain? And with a monster snapping at her heels?
Gods, please, please let me be close.
She launched herself at a boulder blocking the path, grabbing onto slick,
moss-covered roots dripping down the granite side. The flat hammered
points of her fingercaps pinched the roots, her hooves scrabbling against
stone as she hauled herself up.
Thunder rolled, a deep, visceral rumble Cricket felt in her gut, and a
series of staccato lightning flashes followed, strobing across the sky and
casting long, dreadful shadows over the stone. Jagged, bent shadows like
fingers, or claws, or …
Antlers?
She jerked her head around, her grip on the roots failing at the sight of a
beast looming at the edge of the hollow. Coarse stone scraped her arms as
she fell, landing hard on her ankle. Pain barked up her leg, and she bit her
tongue to keep from crying out.
Taller than an elder faun, the beast’s shoulders filled the space between
the trees. Lightning illuminated a bone-white brow half hidden in the
branches crowning its skull, giving the illusion of eight-point antlers.
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