When the Hunt Begins

Previously

…“Okay,” I said, forcing a breath that felt like it might shatter me. “Let’s go. Let’s follow the path.” I stood up, my legs feeling shaky, and turned towards the broken door of the lodge. The outside world was a canvas of deepening twilight, the trees looming like skeletal sentinels. The air was growing colder, and with it, the chilling certainty that the hunt had indeed begun. And we were the prey.