Five
GRAY
Shambling.
That was the only word to describe their disjointed, unnatural movements.
Ignoring the pet cemetery, Asher whipped off his sweatshirt and wrapped it around my nude body.
“Remember when I said I’d haul your ass home the minute I sensed anything even remotely f****d about this?” He pulled a bandana from his back pocket and shook it out, then pressed it to my nose, squeezing gently. “Pretty sure this qualifies.”
I grunted an acknowledgment, but a bloody nose and a bunch of mid-sized, half-decayed animals were the least of our worries.
Ten feet away, a pair of cougars emerged from the shadows. Unlike the others, their bodies were sleek and muscled, their eyes alert. If they’d been dead at all, it hadn’t been for very long.
“f**k me,” Asher whispered.
“What do we d
