He stopped, just a few feet away from his stallion, and slowly crouched down, trying to peer into the shadows. His heart thudded in his chest, a knot tightening in his stomach. He wasn’t imagining it—there was something there. But what?
And then, just as the wind picked up, rustling the trees, George thought he saw a pair of eyes—glinting in the dim light, low to the ground, watching him. The air around George seemed to thicken as he crouched closer to the ground.