When the Hunt Begins

Previously

…And I… I looked back at the woods, at the impenetrable wall of green and shadow. I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that we had escaped. But the hunt was not truly over. The woods were still there. And whatever lurked within them was still waiting. The secrets of the old lodge, the warnings of Robin's grandmother, the primal hunger of the entity – they were no longer just stories. They were real. And they had left an indelible mark on us, a shadow that would forever follow us, even in the brightest daylight.