DANA’S POV
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As Marcus leads me back into the depths of the forest, I can't help but steal glances over my shoulder, my heart heavy with a mixture of defeat and lingering hope. The lonely road stretches out before me, disappearing into the distance like a lifeline I'm reluctantly letting go of. I feel a pang of guilt, as if I'm abandoning Daniel to his fate, even though Marcus's words resonate with logic and reason.
The night envelops us, casting long shadows among the trees, and the chill in the air seeps into my bones. I shiver, not just from the cold, but from the weight of uncertainty that hangs over me. I want to believe that Daniel is out there, waiting to be found, but the fear of what those mysterious hunters might do to him gnaws at my conscience.
Marc
