Outgunned and Powerless

209 — Enemy Troop

*POV=SIENNA*

The snap of a twig, footsteps echoing, and the feeling of the metallic barrel pressed against my skull.

My eyes flew wide as the air suddenly thickened with malice and ill intent.

Whoever was behind me was not a friend.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” A voice like gravel asked.

“I should be asking you the same thing,” I shot back. “This part of the forest