CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
THEODORE COHEN Panic floated in the air as the sound of a thousand footsteps ran in every direction. The night was still young, and the search for Douglas was still ongoing. He had vanished from the rest of us. We couldn't even track him by his scent which became a struggle. I felt like it was my fault, but then again, I hadn't gotten any information about Aaron or Douglas, so I used that as my defence. Why I hadn't got the information surprised me. I sighed as I walked around between the trees, looking at every possible sign which seemed out of the ordinary, but it had no use. We had been searching for a long time, and the chances of finding him now equalled zero. I decided to stop looking and head back to camp, mentally hoping that some others might have found him. As I walked back, m
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