Gaby tried to scream and warn him to run, but nothing came from her mouth. She looked down, and her bare feet pressed into the damp, cold dirt. Only a white nightgown covered her in the dark forest. Another vision, always forced to stay on the sidelines and watch the horrific details of a future event. But she could feel the cold, taste the pine when she took a deep breath. Frogs croaked in the nearby thicket, and she willed her body to move. Boon stood there, back to the creature. The demon snorted and raised its clawed hand. Gaby clutched her soft nightgown and leaned forward, but still her legs would not move. The hand swiped across Boon’s back. He arched and cried out in pain before he fell forward over a log. The brittle old bark crushed beneath him sending shards of wood into the air. Boon shook his head and rolled forward, jumping to his feet. Blood saturated his t-shirt, but he ripped it from his body and morphed into the dark raven creature his angelic form always took. His wings spread wide, and she was sure Boon could take him, but three more creatures emerged on all sides of him.
