"That must be it, only a creep like Rogue would have a creepy cabin in the woods," Kal said to Oscar and Harry. The three of them were crouched behind a fallen tree, observing the scene in front of them.

"Shut the fuck up, Kal," Harry snapped.

"There's no signs of movement," Oscar whispered, watching the cabin cautiously. "There's a chance that if this is Rogue's cabin then it's unmanned. What's the point in having people guarding a cabin that no one knows about."

"I hope you're right," Harry muttered. "Brandon's scent is faint, barely there, but from what I can sense of it it stops here. Brandon is here."...