Chapter 82: Losing Grip

Calla’s POV

I stared down at Cleo, my mind racing through every possible solution.

The stick wasn’t going to work. She was too frozen with fear to let go of the rocks. I could see her fingers turning white from how tightly she was gripping the stone, and her whole body was shaking.

I looked around frantically, searching for another option. A vine, maybe, or a rope, or anything I could use to loop