Heart pounding, I searched the trees for any sign of what Jaxson had seen,
 
 but all I saw were the same strange birds from earlier. I glanced around at
 
 Jaxson, whose hand was still covering my mouth, and gave him my best what
 
 the fuck look.
 
 His body stiffened, and his gaze was locked on something behind me.
 
 Slowly, I turned my head, focusing on the trees. Still, I saw nothing, but then
 
 the slightest movement caught my eye.
 
 At first, it was too subtle to make out its form, but when it moved again,
 
 my brain finally processed what I was seeing: a squat, hunched body, no
 
 more than five feet tall, with arms that hung to the ground. As it moved, its
 
 skin shifted and blended with the foliage, making it virtually impossible to
 
 see. Where there should have been hands, there were two hooked, obsidian
 
 talons.
 
 I jerked backward into Jaxson, stifling the squeak that tried to rip from
 
 my throat. My claws and muscles ached as my wolf jumped in my chest, but
 
 Jaxson pressed his magic into my back, and I relaxed slightly.
 
 Shit, Cavra hadn’t said anything about these things. What else was
 
 lurking out here?
 
 Movement to our left revealed a second creature rooting around under a
 
 rotten trunk. Something told me that that was what those hideous claws were
 
 for.
 
 Jaxson slowly released his hand from my mouth and motioned for me to
 
 follow. We slipped back around the head of the ruined bust, keeping a wary
 
 eye on those things.
 
 Apart from the shrill squawks of the birds and the skuttling of things in
 
 the underbrush, the jungle was quiet, which meant those creatures hadn’t seen
 
 us. Probably.
 
 The glowing lights that had been guiding us were long gone, and there
 
 was no telling in which direction the bloodstone lay. Still, Jaxson pushed
 
 forward, and I followed wordlessly.