Moon and Miguel hurriedly pulled up their clothes that were scattered on the dusty wooden floor. They were still breathing heavily, not only because of what had just happened, but also because of the screams for help that broke the silence of the night. With hasty movements, Moon tucked her shirt into her pants. “Did you hear that, Mig?” she asked while taking a quick breath.
Miguel, who was buttoning his shirt with trembling hands, only nodded. “I heard. Someone-no, it must be Luca!” his voice sounded nervous but firm.
Without waiting any longer, they descended the creaking wooden stairs, each step like the clanging of bells in the dead of night. Downstairs, the fire in the hearth they'd built was almost out, leaving only the pungent scent of burning wood.
“Wake Moon!” Miguel signaled
