His heart raced, but this time it wasn’t from joy. Something was lurking in the gloom, just behind Thunder. George’s breath hitched in his throat as he stepped closer, trying to make sense of it. The sound of leaves crunching under his boots filled the silence as George inched forward, his pulse quickening with each step.
Thunder remained still, unbothered by whatever was behind him. George swallowed hard, uncertainty gnawing at his gut. What was it? Was he imagining things? But as he got closer, the figure remained—a dark shape, moving ever so slightly, watching.