Crackle
Thunder rolled across the sky as rain hammered down on the earth.
The forest was already thick, damp, and suffocating—and with the storm pouring in, it had become nothing short of hell.
Annabelle let out a tired sigh as she pulled the canvas tighter over her head. She knew it wouldn't help much.
Perched on a high branch, her sharp eyes never left the hill in the distance—the hill that hid the headquarters of Skulth.
There have been no movements since this morning even though for the past few days, a few carts went inside the base and came out from the other exit.
She had been here for three long days, watching, waiting, keeping guard so she could warn her Darling the moment their enemies made a move.
Digging into her pocket, she pulled out a strip of jerky and tore off a piece. At the same time, she checked the server.
Her heart skipped.
"Ah!" She almost dropped the jerky. A message—her Darling was texting her!
