The Hunters Volume One: The Beginning

Chapter Fifty Eight

This was not going well. It was not going well at all.

Whitney forced herself to lower her panting as she took cover behind a tree that had a wide trunk. Her amber eyes scanned her surroundings and she immediately dropped to the ground in a crouch. Like a phantom of the night, a hulking mass phased into existence near her and bisected the tree in two halves with a single swipe of its glowing red hot claws. She did not even look at the beast despite dodging the attack. With experience born from repeated encounters with these particular attack, Whitney dive-rolled away to seek cover elsewhere. Less than a second later, the ground she had stood on exploded in a flurry of earth spikes that would have skewered her.

Whitney dashed deeper into the unfamiliar forest, in a bid to disperse her tracks everywhere. She knew that the beast not only possessed impeccable night vision but it was also capable of tracking her by scent. That constrained her already limited options of action. Sh