Selina’s POV
The walk back to camp had been tense and exhausting.
By the time we finally dumped our gathered supplies with Brad, the overly enthusiastic counselor, all I wanted was to collapse into bed and forget this day had ever happened.
Dinner was a chaotic affair…sixty seniors crammed around picnic tables, eating questionable camp food and complaining about their various group dynamics.
I sat with Kira and Sage, deliberately avoiding eye contact with anyone from my supply gathering group.
Especially Ashran, whose eyes I could feel burning into the back of my head throughout the entire meal.
By the time we were dismissed to our cabins for the night, I was ready to pass out.
That plan died the moment I walked into Cabin 7.
Melissa stood in the center of the room, with her hand
