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behind her. Abby spun, her eyes darting to the Pierces' driveway. The sound was coming from their backyard.
    "Rob!" she screamed.
    No answer.
    She turned back to her house. She needed to call the police. But what if Rob died before they arrived? What if she could help her husband now ?
    Dammit…what do I do…?
    The cry rang out again, fainter this time. Swallowing her fear, she changed direction and raced for the Pierces' property. She wasn't sure what she could do, but she had to do something . She couldn't let her husband die. Her heart beat in a frantic rhythm. She tried calling for Rob again, but her voice was weak and winded, and she could barely produce a sound.
    She charged up the Pierces' driveway.
    She could see more evidence of Rob's whereabouts now—intermittent splotches of his blood in the snow heading toward the backyard. In her panic, she must've missed them. There were footprints, as well, but it was impossible to tell whose or how many.
    She followed the tracks, her boots twisting sideways on the snow-covered ground, surveying the area with frantic eyes. Soon she'd reached the edge of the house. Still no Rob. If she didn't find him soon, she'd head back to her house and call the police. But she had to check. She had to see where the noise had originated.  
    She couldn't leave him out here to die.  
    The backyard slowly revealed itself to her. As she reached the end of the driveway, she saw the tree line, the Pierces' snow-covered shed, and then the deck.  
    Then she saw the body in the middle of the yard.
    Rob's clothing was gone—torn off and missing. His chest cavity was open and exposed, his ribs jutting out from the center. His face was caved in. Destroyed. She couldn't even make out where his beard ended and his neck began…
    My husband…
    She clasped her hand over her mouth, her eyes roaming to the thing above him.
    Something was crouched over him, feasting on his remains.

PART TWO: THE CHASE

Chapter Six

    Abby didn't even realize she was running until she was halfway across the snow-covered street. The snow hit her face like pellets, cutting into her cold skin, and her eyes watered from the sting.
    Something was behind her, and whatever it was wasn't human.
    She'd barely gotten a glimpse of it before her legs had started moving. And yet the sight of it was already imprinted on her brain.  
    The animal— thing —was the size of a man, but its body was covered in coarse dark hair. When it'd caught sight of her, it'd sniffed the air, eyes blazing, then loped toward her on two legs.
    That's when she'd run.  
    And now she could feel it behind her as she closed the gap between her and the front door. She kept her eyes glued to the doorway, as if the blue-painted door were a portal to safety. She could hear the thing snorting behind her, breathing through a nose too long to be human, and her heart felt like it was going to burst.
    What the fuck was it? What the hell was going on?
    There was no time to sort through her feelings, no time to reconcile what she'd seen. Whatever it was, something was behind her, and she knew that stopping would mean death. The thing was ready to tear into her, to rend her limb from limb, just like it'd done to Rob minutes earlier.  
    Rob is dead oh my God…
    She dashed up the single stair leading to the front door, her boots sliding on a conglomeration of ice and snow, and crashed against the frame. The key. She needed the key. Her hands fumbled in the pocket of her sweatpants, where she'd stashed her keychain.  
    Something snarled behind her. Hurry! Dammit! Hurry!
    She had no idea why it hadn't reached her yet, but she knew better than to look. A second's delay would mean the end. Suddenly the key was in her hand and she was sliding it into the cold metal lock, her gloved hands barely able to coordinate with each other. She bashed her thumb against the knob and pushed. The door gave way, and Abby tumbled inside. She spun, and as she slammed the door shut, she