"What the hell are you-" Taylor's angry bark was cut off by a loud gunshot. His face went deathly pale, and Liana's heart slammed against her ribcage. It took all her willpower not to bolt. The deer crumpled on its side, red blossoming from its neck. Liana shrank behind a rock, and her voice was barely a murmur as she whispered. "They're here."

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