Again. What was that?
Alessa whipped her head around in the direction of the movement and stood motionless, peering through the sparse underbrush. But despite what she was sure she'd seen from the corner of her eye, nothing was there… just like the last two times. Alessa swallowed back the alarm slowly welling in her gut, but she just couldn't shake the feeling that someone - or something - was toying with her.
It was hard to sense much of anything with the wind howling through the trees and the heavy snowfall adamantly slicing across her field of view. She cursed the storm and reluctantly went back to piling brush on the makeshift shelter to ward against the arctic weather.
How much time had passed since Isaac had left? It felt like hours, but she knew that couldn't be.