Jake's pov
Be the bait??
Ron stiffened beside me. "What?"
The leader tilted her head slightly, like she expected resistance but didn't care either way. "You heard me."
Dwayne let out a short laugh. "Good choice. They look like they'd trip over their own feet before they made it halfway up that mountain."
Ron shook his head quickly. "No..no, that's not..why us?"
"Because you're the weakest," one of the sisters said without emotion. "And because the other groups will think the same thing."
The leader didn't break eye contact with me. "You move ahead. Loud enough to be noticed. Slow enough to be followed."
"And when they come?" I asked.
"We hunt them."
Ron's breathing picked up again, uneven, panicked. "That's..that's suicide. We'll get caught first!"
The leader's gaze flicked to him briefly. "Then don't get caught."
"That's not—"
"It's not a suggestion," she cut in.
I looked at her and the way she stood. At the way the others waited for her without question.
