The woods had been alive with the sounds of their footsteps, the crackling of leaves under their shoes, and the rush of adrenaline that flooded Sophia's veins. Micah changed into leading the manner, his shotgun held tight in his grip as he drove through the underbrush. Sophia observed, her mind spinning with worry and uncertainty.
“James!” she knew again, her voice hoarse. There turned into no response, most effective the remote sounds of rustling leaves and the faint hum of engines in the distance.
Micah’s gaze flickered to her, his face nerve-racking. “We want to maintain shifting. The longer we stay here, the more likely they’ll locate us.”
Sophia’s chest tightened, however she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Not until she located James.
They reached the clearing in which they ha
