“Bitch!” An inhuman, guttural growl—from right behind her—and this time the hand closed in her hair.
“Bitch!” An inhuman, guttural growl—from right behind her—and this time the hand closed in her hair. It might have held if the hair had been dry, but it was slick—almost slimy—with sweat. For a moment she felt the thing’s fingers on the back of her neck and then they were gone. She ran down the slope in lengthening leaps, her fear now mingling with a kind of crazy exhilaration.
