Chapter 96 The Moon
- Ardal
- Jack's eyes are darting wildly in the forest around us. “Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. “Someone’s out here.”
- He drops his hand from my lips as I comply, obediently frozen in place, unsure of what to do. He inhales sharply and points to a juniper bush standing a few feet away. My muscles tense as I look from the juniper to woods ahead, my body prepared to bolt away - injured or not.