Damien POV
Crack, rustle. The twigs cracking beneath our feet were loud in the otherwise silent forest, but to be honest, we'd both reached the point of not caring, neither one of us giving a flying fig about the sounds or possible rogues. We're just that exhausted. Johnathon is definitely not the traveling buddy of my dreams.
Thomas hasn't stopped at every single pack as we both have, but both Johnathon and I are too worried about going in the wrong direction to avoid any of the packs along the trail we take. One wrong move and we could end up further away from Winter, instead of heading towards her like we initially planned. Every move we make we analyze. It's exhausting.
It hasn't been the smoothest of travels, not when Johnathon and I didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things. It d
