Left to Die

SIENNA

The silver beast with glowing red eyes releases a low, guttural growl that vibrates through the damp forest air, settling deep in my bones. Fear spikes in my chest, sharp and suffocating. Mila jolts awake against my collarbone. She lets out a confused whimper as her sleepy eyes spot the monstrous shape emerging from the tree line.

"Mi—Mila, baby," I stammer. I press her small head tight