#Chapter67
Follow Them
/"We should turn back. I don't like this, and I don't see an end to where we're going./" It's Meadow, verbalizing my exact thoughts, sounding pensive, looking overly alert, and I guess she too is feeling it. Picking up on the empty air, the cold aura of this place, and the suspicion of foreign eyes watching us from all angles. It's hard to defend when out in the open like this and we have no tactical advantage, especially with only three of us. I turn to her with a stiff expression, my stomach sinking at the thought of coming this far only to now give in. I know it's what I wanted, what my instincts are screaming at me, but my heart is telling me it's not the right thing to do. I want Colton home, sooner, not later, and waiting another night seems like an endless eternity. I open my mouth to try and talk this out and am rendered mute as a stranger's husky brogue echoes around us clearly.
