As soon as I reach the forest clearing, I focus on my scent and mask it. One of the few things my parents taught me.
Mom, Dad. My heart aches at the memory of my mother being slammed down by Crevan, freshly etched into my mind.
I slow down to a panicked walk, gasping for air as I reach the deeper side of the forest. I frantically look around me for something, anything. Hoping that somehow, some way, I would know what to do. That’s just the thing though, I can feel my heart sink into my chest as it beats faster with fear; I don’t know what to do. I was never taught or instructed on what to do in this situation. Maybe they never thought it would happen; I sure as hell didn’t. One thing’s for sure, I need to stay hidden somewhere, not just out here in the open. That’s the one thing I was al
