Chapter 9Shit.
Shit, s**t, s**t.
Isabella dug her fingers into her scalp, spinning in circles. She didn’t know a damn thing about the wilderness. Hell, she had never even been camping before.
A rush of air brushed by the side of her head. She ducked, but something sharp had already made impact with the side of her skull. Something between a scream and a curse sprang from her lips as she swiped the spot with her hand. Not two minutes out here and she was already bleeding. Not a good omen.
She looked in the sky, searching for her assailant. A mockingbird swooped back down for a second strike, but this time she dodged the winged beast. Isabella scrambled for her bag and took cover in the thick forest a few yards away.
East. She was supposed to head east.
Which way was east?
“Okay.” She
