Jennifer's voice came out high-pitched and strained. I quickly pushed aside my wandering thoughts and rushed to her side, following her pointing finger with my eyes.
What I saw made my breath catch in my throat.
There was no poisonous snake, wild animal, or rare plant. Instead, I found myself staring at the wreckage of a rescue helicopter. The shattered propeller and scorched debris scattered around told the story of its crash, with even the supplies reduced to ashes.
When I spotted the human remains in the cockpit, I realized that multiple rescue team members had lost their lives. There had to be something sinister about this deserted island.
I had been counting on a swift rescue, especially with Florence, the Blackwell Group's eldest daughter, being among the stranded. But now I saw
