The road had more twists than a licorice stick. Navigating it with only one headlight and a throbbing pain behind my eyes took all my concentration. “Do you see it?” I asked with more force than I intended.
Cyclone seemed not to notice my tone. She took a quick look behind us and said, “Not for a couple of miles. I think …”
She did not finish her thought. We both saw it at once, standing just before the next bend, red eyes glowing with internal light. I slammed my foot on the brakes.