Tabitha

Eyes in the Dark Woods

Your car went off the road at mile marker 9, and the woods swallowed you whole — until a masked figure with green eyes and a tattooed chest stepped out of the dark and caught you before you hit the ground. He has not spoken his name. He has not removed the mask. But he has not let you out of his sight for a single second, and the way he moves through these trees tells you he has been here before — waiting. Dawn is four hours away, and somewhere deeper in the forest, something is hunting both of you.