Chapter Forty-Three

Harlow

Jonah moves before I even understand what I'm hearing.

Beckett’s voice threads through the trees again. Not loud. Just enough to be sure I can hear him if I'm close. Suddenly I'm torn, both glad that we left the confines of the cabin, a also wishing we hadn't.

Being stuck working it's confines means protection from the elements and a better source of heat.

But it also means being stuck and