As she steadied herself, muffled voices reached her ears, hinting at two or three people nearby. The eerie conversation sent chills down her spine, making it clear they were watching her every move.
Hazel crouched low, peering out through the tent, acutely aware that she was under close surveillance. Hazel’s heart raced as she hid among the underbrush, shadows dancing around her. The forest seemed to amplify every sound, making her breathless and tense.