As George reached the edge of the barn’s shadow, he stopped. The light was fading fast, and the shape behind Thunder began to take form, a dark silhouette against the fading evening sky. George narrowed his eyes, squinting as he tried to make out the details.
And then, the figure moved. George’s heart lurched in his chest as the shape shifted, stepping into the light. He gripped the rake tighter, bracing himself for whatever was about to emerge. But what stepped into view wasn’t what he had expected.