The Book of Lies, Terry Teri

They are trapped, frozen. Waiting. Straining against the wood that holds them. The unwary catch a glimpse now and then - feel their desperate hunger, see a glint of red eyes - and scurry out of the shadows of the wood, back to the light.She's coming; it will be soon.They will run free on the moors again. The Hunt will return.And the ground will run with blood.