A clammy sense of doom.
His body stiffened.
Rooted by unseen shackles.
He grabbed her hand. Resolved to hang on, whatever happened.
Thunder stopped mere feet away.
Something breathed. Snorted.
Fear rose inside him. Stuck in his throat. Stifled the scream that terror induced, but did not allow to escape.
Probably just as well.
Flight? Not an option. Whatever stood behind him would surely stem that urge instantly.
Fight? No. Foolhardy. The thing was big, if those thunderous stomps were anything to go by. Assuming those belonged to this unseen nightmare.
Its breath blustered against his neck.