Chapter 252: Through The Night

Sleep was a luxury—one granted only to the blessed and the lucky.

Damon's party was neither.

They wanted to sleep. They needed to sleep. But they did not dare to. Their exhaustion was so absolute that their eyelids felt like lead, yet the horrors of the night ensured they remained awake.

Most of the night had passed before the strange creature attacked, but even after the battle, sitting inside their tent, waiting for dawn, felt like an eternity.

Damon sat by the tent's zipper, holding Evangeline in his arms. His grip on her was firm, protective. He had to ensure the zipper remained closed, that no thing from the darkness opened it.

And they had tried.

More than just the one before—others had come, scratching, whispering, clawing at their tent, trying to drag them away. Each evil spirit that passed by left them with a promise. A promise of something far worse.

Like frightened children, they huddled together, praying for dawn.