Brooke’s P.O.V
Not even twenty four hours had passed when a group of five more students were killed, right in the same woods where the first victim had been found.
“What were they doing so deep within the forest anyway?” Mandlyn asked.
“Because I understand the first victim’s jogging. But with this group, no one seems to know what they were up to.”
“Getting high,” Jesse supplied.
He may have been the most quiet of our pack, but he sure knew the most about our surroundings.
In cases of mystery and confusion, he found out the answers before we even had a chance to ask the questions.
“Of course,” Mandlyn sighed, as if that made the perfect sense.
“It doesn’t sit right with me to just sit around and wait for whatever this is to kill more people,” I pointed out.
“Entire campus is
