Chapter 230 Double Crossed

• Third Person
• Peter crouched in the snowy underbrush, blowing warm air in between his palms and rubbing them together. Carefully so as not to disturb the nearby plants, he stretched one leg and then the other, then rolled his neck and his stiff shoulders, all the while watching the little log cabin like a hawk.
• He had been like this for hours now, just watching that cabin. Every sound, every flutter of movement in the forest would catch his attention in an instant, only for it to wind up being a bird flitting by or a bunny digging underneath the front porch.