Sneak Peek at Universal Threat -
book 2 in The Encounter Series
In 1985, all Nick, Heather, and Jeff have to worry about is not killing each other while hiking - until a chance encounter with an alien ship. Now only they can warn the world of an impending invasion... if they can survive the encounter long enough to tell the tale..
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Heather couldn’t breathe. Terror rooted her to the ground and though her mouth hung open, she couldn’t speak or scream. The alien hunter loomed closer, its shadow blocking the light of the dying sun, its body so close she could smell the tangy scent of fresh blood and feel the heat emanating from the enormous body. The alien’s wheezing breath stroked her face and in the periphery of her vision, she could see the weapons hanging from its belt.
I’m going to die…
She couldn’t identify the voice or the hand that seized her wrist and yanked her out from under the looming threat. One minute she was rooted in place, the next she was running, trying frantically to keep up with the boys. Jeff was pulling her, Nick shoving them past him so that he could take up the rear, the pistol tight in his hand. The alien roared in tinny frustration and when Heather glanced behind, she saw the alien shrug the dead deer from its shoulders as it prepared to chase after them. Answering calls rang out from the clearing below.
“Go, go, go!” Nick shouted, shoving her.
They raced across the narrow top of the ridge and down the steep side. Fallen branches and low bushes reached to entangle their ankles. One took Jeff down and he landed spread eagle on the hard packed ground.
Heather stopped to help, but Nick shoved her again. “Move it!”
She stumbled forward, looking behind. The alien hunter had cleared the ridge and stood at the edge, getting its bearings. It held the deer limp in one hand. When it saw the boys, Nick tugging Jeff on to his feet, it roared again. Then it lifted the animal by the two hind legs, whipped it over head, and threw it.
“Nick!” Heather screamed.
He saw it in time to duck and roll, Jeff duplicating the action in the opposite direction. The heavy carcass smashed into the ground between them with a sickening crunch, the limbs and head flopping loosely. Jeff’s roll landed him at Heather’s feet. She reached down to pull him up, keeping her eye on the ridge. The hunter turned to cry over its shoulder. Then it looked directly at Heather.
Jeff was saying, “…threw it like it weighed nothing…” but Heather wasn’t paying attention. She was watching the hunter as it stepped backwards, preparing to spring.
The Hunter leapt, clearing yards, arms and fingers extended and for the first time, Heather saw the claws. The Hunter landed only inches away from the carcass, the ground shaking with its landing. On the ridge behind, the other alien appeared, armed and calling.
Nick gained his feet, pistol still in hand, blood from the carcass spattered across his face.
“Run!” he shouted and raised the gun.
Heather grabbed Jeff’s arm and pulled him into the dense woods behind them. Shadows covered them and the sound of a pistol shot brought Heather to a halt. The alien’s scream made her whip around. “Nick!”
There was a crashing sound and Nick appeared, wild-eyed. Behind him came the sound of splintering wood.
“Go go go!” he screamed.