Lost In Neverland

Chapter 22: A Path to the Sea

Peter

The jungle loomed around me, darker and more oppressive with each passing step. My legs felt like lead, my side burned where the Lost Boys had cut me, and my vision swam, the edges blurred like an unfinished painting. But I couldn’t stop. Gwen was out there somewhere, and every second I wasted was another second she was alone on this cursed island.

Branches snagged at my arms, the uneven ground threatened to trip me, and the humid air clung to my skin like a second layer. I pushed forward; teeth gritted, fists clenched.

Then I heard the rustling—soft at first, then louder, deliberate.

My heart lurched, and I stumbled to a halt, pressing a hand to the wound in my side as I scanned the dense greenery. My hand instinctively reached for the dagger that wasn’t there anymore.

“Peter?”