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Excerpt from The Awakening –
Leo’s eyes popped open to a light show in the sky. Streaks of lightning crisscrossed above him, bathing the area in flashes of daylight.
How long had he been out?
His back throbbed and he struggled to sit up, a groan escaping his lips. Blood oozed from the gaping hole in his leg. Leo tried to bend it to get a closer view of the calf, but his leg remained motionless.
Shit. I can’t even feel the damn thing.
Leo wrapped the pant leg around the wound. Even if he was protected from the pain, it didn’t mean it wouldn’t start bleeding the minute he moved. He scooted backward, then pulled his wounded leg after him. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated on getting to the edge of the pit. Scoot. Drag. Scoot. Drag.
A heavy crack came from somewhere in the darkness before him. Shit. Whatever it was, the damn thing was huge.
A crashing sound to the left. And it’s got company.
Leo strained to go faster, his breath coming in great gasps. Tears poured down his face, but he didn’t stop as he imagined a pair of grizzlies bearing down on him, just out of sight. What would it feel like to be torn in half by two of those monsters?
The crunching, shuffling pursuers sounded closer. Leo’s arms burned with his frantic pace. Where’s the edge of this fucking pit?
He backed into a wall of earth. Wasting no time, he grasped the edge and pulled himself up. When his legs were all that remained in the shadows of the pit, he had a sudden vision of the unseen predators grabbing his ankles and pulling him down to his death.
Grabbing his left pant leg, he swung his legs over and pulled himself to the ATV. Through pure upper body strength fueled by adrenaline, he muscled himself up with the handlebars. The gas indicator showed the tank to be half full. He whooped and swung his right leg over the seat, hauling himself to a sitting position.
He looked around to get his bearings. Behind him lay home. He’d have to go slow all the way back. If he got thrown again, he might never get back on.
A rustle. A growl. That was no grizzly growl.
A gnarled hand thrust to the sky and a pair of yellow eyes reflected the ATV’s lights. Leo’s breath hitched, then an ungodly shriek split the night.
Leo screamed, opened the throttle, and spun the ATV toward home.