The darkened boughs of the overhead trees snuffed out the faint rays from the moon. Twigs and brush crunched underneath our boots, but we kept the silence as much as possible, even Dinah. Hunter groped around, feeling his way past low-lying tree branches and full bushes. My dimensional restraint cast a reddish glow on my arm, and some of the light trailed onto the ground in front of me. I listened for the thrash of moving bushes, the snapping of branches—anything to prevent another wildlife ambush, or worse, a shifter porting in on us. Getting torn limb from limb would put a damper on my night.
Fight the shifters in Snatched!