Dancing on the Edge of the Waterfall — Meyari McFarland

The air was thick with moisture, cold and dark as a shadowy tomb. The cargo hold echoed with the whisper of claws against metal grates. Devyn heard the drips. Alone in the dark with alien monsters hunting her Devyn feared death. In the dark, with no one to help and monsters after her, Devyn was trapped. Droplets of water ghosted over her skin, an icy mist in the cold air.