“Shit!” the woman swore and ran.
The surge in adrenaline helped her to ignore the weight. Given the season and ample moonlight, she was dangerously exposed—
On either side there came a thunk, along with the splintering of wood. She chanced a glance and caught an arrowhead protruding from out of the trunk. Another whoosh, and this time it flew high. Dammit! Does she ever run out?
She ducked behind a tree and dropped her pack. Before the dull clank rang out from into the woods, the prey was already headed deeper into the woods.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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