The wind howled through the treetops as Aura and Logan made their way through the dense forest. The air was sharp with the scent of rain, and the distant rumble of thunder hinted at an approaching storm. The path ahead was treacherous, riddled with roots and uneven ground, but neither of them faltered.
Aura's senses were on high alert. She could feel the weight of Marcus's threats lingering in her mind, a dark cloud that refused to dissipate. Logan walked a few steps behind her, silent but determined. His usual carefree demeanor had been replaced by a grim focus, a testament to how much the situation had changed him.
"Are you sure this is the right way?" Logan asked, breaking the silence. His voice was low, cautious.
Aura nodded, glancing over her shoulder. "We don't have a choice. If we stay in one place too long, they'll find us."
"They?" Logan frowned. "You think Marcus isn't working alone?"
