Chapter Eight: One Peculiar Passing Moment
Despite his weariness, Rodney forced himself to go as quickly as possible in the dark forest. His breath burned in his lungs, and his ears were ringing again. The shock he had received from the strange light at the ruined Ancient outpost seemed like weeks ago rather than hours.
He stumbled over a tree root and stopped, hands on his knees, gasping for air. As soon as the stitch in his side abated, he would go on, he told himself.
His head snapped up when a growl sounded from the darkness ahead of him. Fumbling with the P-90, he belatedly aimed at the huge beast that paced toward him. But the creature circled around him, never taking its eyes off him until the darkness swallowed it up again.
"What was that?" Rodney asked the night in disbelief, trying to still the shaking in his hands. It seemed Sheppard was right – the 'Komodo wolves' weren't interested in him. He shook his head and started off again.
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