The savages moved quickly and silently, closing in on Andrew's camp with predatory precision. By the campfire, Isabella and Blake remained blissfully unaware, chatting casually as the shadows crept closer. Then, without warning, one of the savages sprang from the darkness, a spear flashing through the air like lightning, aimed straight at Blake.
Blake's instincts kicked in the moment he heard the sharp whistle of the spear. He dove to the side just in time, the weapon slamming into the ground where he'd been sitting. "We're under attack!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the still night. Without hesitation, he pulled Isabella behind him, shielding her with his body. Isabella froze, her face draining of color. Her wide eyes locked onto the savages now emerging from the shadows, her mi
