The distance between them and their quarry had shrunk from miles to yards in a heartbeat. From the tree line, a shape detached itself—a towering mass of elongated limbs and pale, translucent skin. It moved with a sickening fluidity, blurring the line between man and beast.
Should we focus the next chapter on the or follow their desperate escape through the pass? Van Helsing - Miles and Miles ...
"It’s him," Van Helsing corrected, drawing a silver-edged kukri. "And he’s tired of running." The distance between them and their quarry had
The fog over the Transylvanian Alps didn't just hang; it clung, a heavy, wet shroud that tasted of pine resin and old iron. Gabriel Van Helsing adjusted the leather strap of his rotary crossbow, the gears clicking rhythmically against the silence of the pass. " Van Helsing corrected