Chapter 51

Leigh ran through the snow. Her feet were numb. She shook uncontrollably, but forced herself to keep moving. There was a path. Not well used, but better than the deep snow in the woods.

The voices chittered in her head; angry she hadn't let them kill the wendigo. She didn't want anyone's blood on her hands; not even his. Leigh came to a clearing and ran out into the moonlight. She craved the light, but feared it. Just before she reached the safety of the other side of the clearing she heard shots and a burning pain spiked through her leg. Leigh fell, her left arm hit the ground, but her right plunged through the snow into space. She rolled away from the black hole. Like the voices, it wanted to swallow her.

The wendigo walked out into the clearing holding the gun in his left hand.