" cell phone. Still no reception. The GPS didn’t even work. Something rustled in the bushes nearby. She froze. “Hello?” She lifted her cell phone to illuminate her surroundings with the screen. It cast stark shadows on the bushes and trees, but it was too dim to see further than a couple feet. The soft, rhythmic sound of feet against "

― S.M. Reine , Six Moon Summer (Seasons of the Moon, #1)