Derek's POV.
I had stepped out and was about to head back to the pack when I noticed that my car, Tyre, had a flat tire. How? I had installed a new one just three days ago! I kicked the car hard, frustration coursing through my veins. My hands were shaking as I caressed my head, trying to think of what to do.
Richard wasn't going anywhere soon, and if I went back inside, it would look like I was trying to spy on them. I had no other option but to trek back to the pack on foot. I sighed and started walking, my eyes scanning the surrounding area.
As I walked, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The flat tire seemed too coincidental, and I wondered if Richard had something to do with it. I quickened my pace, my senses on high alert, ready for anything that might come
