Avery’s POV
I grabbed my satchel strap tighter, gravel and sticks crashing under the soles of my boots as Jameson walked in front of us. The depth in his step matched the tension that had been building since the morning.
We were just out of supplies. Earlier, Amelia had mentioned in a polite whisper that our water supply had been reduced to just one flask, and the couple of strips of dried meat we had left could not last another day. I looked back at her — Amelia's usually calm attitude was breaking down, and her gaze shifted to Flair, who walked in her shadow.
Flair, usually the jokester of the bunch, had an uncharacteristic seriousness to his face. He glanced into the shadows of the trees, as if he could feel something we couldn’t.
“What’s the long face, Flair?” Jameson called out, t
