Caviar clicked frantically, and Eyr spotted where the chirping came from. A giant chameleon faded in and out of sight as a shovel struck one of its cone-shaped eyes. The creature chirped and lashed out its tongue at the man who’d attacked it. His body snapped backwards with a sickening sound as the chameleon gummed him down. Blood dribbled from the monster’s chin.
“Big Gone,” Eyr muttered.
She spotted the mayor holding the torch with the mother she’d met standing beside him. Both of them cried out as Big Gone charged toward them and phased out of sight yet again.
Eyr pulled the wrench from her pocket and rushed past them. The monster was twice her height at the top of its spinal ridge, but that didn’t mean anything to her. In that moment, all she wanted to do was save the people who’d taken her in.
What did it matter if it killed her? She was already a ghost.