Sera's creature leaned in closer to her senses, wanting to know more about the drag marks and what it could possibly mean. I smell fear. Old, but still clinging. They fed it to the ground.
She followed the drag marks with her eyes. They ran from the truck bed, across the ditch, and through a break in the barbed wire fence. Beyond that, the field stretched wide and open toward a distant cluster of structures.
Silos. Trailers. A large barn.
Another homestead.
She felt her interest sharpen. "Ooh," she murmured. "That looks fun."
Lachlan glanced in the same direction. "That's a long way to haul people," he said. "Whatever dragged them had a reason."
"Storage," Alexei said. "Or containment."
"Or play," Aerenyx added.
Her creature pressed close, pleased. Predators. This is predator work. Organized. Intentional.
