I am jolted awake by a firm hand shaking my body. Panic courses through me as I sit up abruptly, my heart pounding against my chest. I find Calais crouching in front of me, his finger pressed against his lips, gesturing for me to keep quiet.
"What's going on?" I whisper, my fear rising.
"Shhh," he hushes me again before quickly gathering all our things from the small cabin we've been staying in for the past two nights.
"Where are we going?" I ask in a low voice as I grab some of our belongings and stuff them into my bag.
"We need to leave now," he explains, his face set in determination.
My mind races as I try to piece together what he's saying. "Who's 'they'? Mercenaries?" I ask, feeling a sense of dread creeping up.
"Soldiers from the castle," he responds. "They must have caught wind of us."
