White breath escaped Catalina's lips, visible evidence of her racing heart rate. The dense fog enveloped her, obscuring her vision entirely. She attempted to move forward or backward, hoping to stumble upon a team member or perhaps the team leader himself.
The competition for Cristian's attention amongst the women was evident, but Catalina had never truly participated.
However, lately, her feelings for him had started to surface, leading to an increasing reliance on him. Recalling his furious reaction when she was attacked, a fleeting smile danced across her face. His rage acted as a shield against her traumatic past, comforting her in an inexplicable manner.
Her eyelashes quivered as she closed her eyes, her fist tightening as she whispered incoherent words. Extending her right hand, an intense gust of wind swept away the fog, revealing the trees beyond.
