So why did it thump so loudly in his ears now? It was an old abandoned cabin; it didn’t look as though it had been used for years. There was no sign of anybody in the immediate area, so he could let the tension in his arms go. With a conscious effort, he unballed his fists. The first step onto the porch, which was around six feet wide and held only an old bench and some firewood, elicited a loud creak. If anyone was inside, they would know they were about to receive uninvited guests. It also told Dòmhnall that there was a good chance the cabin wasn’t safe, but as long as it was weather proof, they would have to make do. Tara was right, the light was beginning to fade and they had no idea what hunted in these woods at night. He placed his hand on the old wooden door and pushed it open. It didn’t move at first, the hinges rusted from lack of use. That made him feel better. If it was well used and well oiled, they might be in danger; as it was, he was confident there was no one inside, and he opened the door wide and went inside.
