Recurve Ridge (Savage Mountain #1)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

Mulch scattered beneath my feet as I tore through the forest, its soft crackle overriding a brittle roar that consumed all thought inside my head.

Get away. Can’t stop. Don’t let them catch me.

If I went back, I might never get out.

No “might” about it. I couldn’t go back to that table. The shadows. The hands?—

—can’t, can’t, can’t ? —

I couldn’t stop, not even if my brain kicked into gear. Something primal had been activated, and my body entered flight mode without my mind’s permission. Not that I needed to give it. Every nerve ending numbed in a desperate bid to survive, leaving me a willing host carried away from horror and death and seeking the facade of freedom and safety.

There was nothing worse in the woods than him. The darkest monsters resided in their plush upper-class digs, not out in the roughened forest like wild mountain men… right?

Wrong.

I would discover just how dark the monsters in the forest could be.

Myself most of all.