AMARA’S POV
The forest was darker than I expected, and the air smelled damp. I walked slowly, my boots crunched over the fallen leaves.
Ahead, I noticed a small hut tucked between thick trees. Its windows were dark, and the door hung slightly open. For no reason, I felt drawn toward it. Maybe curiosity. Maybe instinct. I stepped closer and pushed the door gently.
It was empty. There was nothing but old furniture coated in dust and the faint smell of wet wood. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding and turned to leave.
Then suddenly a sharp force slammed into my back, knocking the air from my lungs. I tried to scream, but a rough bag was thrown over my head. Darkness swallowed me, heavy and suffocating. Hands gripped me tightly, dragging me forward. I kicked and flailed
