Asher
I stood in an open space. No single soul in sight. The time was 1am.
It was eerily quiet but my senses were on high alert. My ears picked up every cricket, every leaf blown by the wind. I was wearing combat boots, stretchy black pants and a black turtleneck I borrowed from Todd. Dean had scoffed when I looked at myself in the mirror, and that was the last sound I heard from him since then.
My senses would have been three times as sharp if he were present. But he'd kept to his word about staying out of it. I asked him if he was going to continue to stay out of it even if I was getting killed. He has refused to answer that question.
I walked slowly through the field. The rogue hunter did his hunting mostly at night for obvious reasons; the cover of darkness, and way fewer humans
