First Quarter

Chapter Sixty-One: The Hunting Grounds

The next morning, they met at the end of the camp.

Mallory saw her group flocking together like a bunch of excited animals but then scattered the moment she arrived. Mallory ignored the blatant rejection in their eyes and stood next to them. Cyril, who was standing far away, looked at her anxiously.

Mallory smiled at him, reassuring him that everything would be fine.

It’s been the third day. All these days, she’s been on guard as she doesn’t know if something would really happen, but fortunately, just like Trevon said, nothing did. Maybe it was truly just her imagination, and she had...