6
Even though it was still dark, the morning was cold and refreshing against my skin. The fields and the edge of the forest were truly beautiful when you weren't lost or being chased by a mad woman. JP dropped an armful of twigs on the heap of firewood we were making as Regan dumped another massive pile next to it.
"That should last us for a while," I admired our bushel, pleased that we collected so much wood. But then again, I was rather good at finding wood.
"Wait..." Regan suddenly said, placing a finger on his lips. His warm hand found my shoulder. "Two o'clock," he muttered under his breath as he nudged toward a shrubbery. I peered into the darkness, hoping that my wolf would help me out. Nothing. Great. Why did I get stuck with the near-sighted wolf again?
"I-I don't see anything
