It let out a low grunt, the sound deep and resonant, sending a shiver down her spine. Her flashlight beam swept the ground as she stepped closer. Something caught the light—a shape half-buried in snow and tangled in what looked like nets and plastic sheeting.
Julie froze, her breath catching in her throat. The shape shifted slightly, accompanied by a deep, guttural growl that sent a jolt of fear through her. Her instincts screamed at her to turn back, but her feet stayed planted.