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Cambria couldn’t ignore the cry. It resonated in her soul, pulling her further into the thick grass. The tangled weeds, slick with rain, twisted around her ankles. Thunder pounded the sky, shaking the earth beneath her. The driving wind blurred her vision and tore at her hair.
She pressed on. One foot in front of the other. The cry came again, softer and more like a groan.
Cambria’s foot struck something hard and she dropped to her knees, searching for something buried in the tall grass. The cold worked its way into her bones, numbing her hands and distorting any sense of what lay beneath her fingertips.
The smell of something warm and metallic burned her tongue. Cambria froze and popped upright, scanning the field for anything that might have left a wounded, or dead, animal behind.
A hand grasped her wrist, nearly shattering the bone with the force of its grip. She screamed and jumped to her feet, but the hand held tight, pulling her back with a desperate whimper.
Falling to her knees again, Cambria fumbled for her phone, using the screen to light the body in front of her.
The eyes staring up at her from behind a thick fringe of dark lashes weren’t real. They weren’t possible. The swirling shades of grey and brown and green, flecked with gold and black, were too variable, too alive, to be human.
She flicked her gaze over the rest of the face – drawn and ashen, marked with blood and dirt. She gingerly touched the swelling under his eye and he flinched.