Chapter 22
The Confrontation Hailey The forest goes still in a way that does not feel natural, as if the world itself is holding its breath and waiting for something inevitable to happen. My pulse thunders loudly in my ears as I stand in the centre of the cabin, every muscle in my body tightening, every instinct screaming at me to move, to run, to hide, to do anything except stand here and wait. But I don't move. Because I know. It is not something. It is them. The pull in my chest tightens sharply, so strong that it steals the air from my lungs and makes it difficult to breathe, like invisible threads have wrapped around me and are drawing me forward whether I want it or not. They are close. Too close. My fingers curl slowly into fists as my body shifts instinctively into a defensive stan
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