Van Helsing - Miles And Miles ... -

They had been tracking the shadow for weeks—a trail of exsanguinated livestock and villages silenced by a terror that left no tracks. This wasn't Dracula; this was something more feral, a remnant of the Old World that even the Order of St. Dumas whispered about in hushed tones.

"Miles and miles," he muttered, his voice a gravelly rasp. "It’s always miles and miles." Van Helsing - Miles and Miles ...

"Is that... them?" Carl whispered, fumbling for a vial of holy water. They had been tracking the shadow for weeks—a

Should we focus the next chapter on the or follow their desperate escape through the pass? "Miles and miles," he muttered, his voice a gravelly rasp

The distance between them and their quarry had shrunk from miles to yards in a heartbeat. From the tree line, a shape detached itself—a towering mass of elongated limbs and pale, translucent skin. It moved with a sickening fluidity, blurring the line between man and beast.