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... tures stalking through the undergrowth, watching these new arrivals with interest.
Jack’s perception caught glimpses. Scales sliding across bark, eyes reflecting non-existent light, bodies shifting position to get better angles.
They were being hunted.
{Um, Jack} Oscar’s voice carried nervous excitement. {We have company. Lots of company.}
’I know,’ Jack thought back. ’Fifteen entities. Eighteen spreading out in coordinated positions. One staying back, directing t ...
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