It seemed as though Charlie was taking care of her stuff herself. He stepped carefully across the floorboards, making his way towards the door at the center of the room, stopping halfway to take a look around and check if anyone was watching him or following him.
When Dean’s eyes fell upon the small window above one of the shelves, he froze. Outside he spotted movement, like a person running through the forest, their steps fast and their face covered in dirt. Without much thought, he rushed toward the window, ignoring the pain shooting up from his ankle after each step that brought him closer to the edge of the cliff. The sight that met his eyes outside was terrifying. Dozens of people dressed entirely in black, armed with guns and knives. Many of them were crouched down in the trees, hid
