Raven’s camp was hidden within the thick foliage. It was a shelter made of branches and leaves, a fire pit, and supplies carefully stored in makeshift containers.
But something was off.
“Someone’s been here,” Raven said, her posture stiffening. “Some of the things I have aren't organized like this before, and a fire has been lit up.”
Raven pointed to the smoke near the camp, which she was sure didn't come from the fire pit.
“Based on how my food was still in place, I think that person’s looking for something else,” she added, her tone low. “Whatever it was, we need to be careful.”
Upon hearing those words, Irene’s stomach clenched. “Are they still—”
Before Irene could finish her sentence, a twig snapped on the right side, causing all of them to be cautious.
In an instant, Raven pull
