Evelina awoke with a start, her heart pounding. For a disoriented moment, she didn't recognize her surroundings—the humble cabin, the crackling fire, the sweet scent of her infant daughter nestled in her arms. Memory came flooding back, and she exhaled a shaky breath.

She had made it through the first night of her daring escape.

But for how long could she truly remain hidden?

The old hunter, Angus, was already up and moving about the small kitchen area, the savory aroma of frying meat causing Evelina's stomach to growl hungrily. He glanced over his shoulder, bushy eyebrows raised as he took in her wakeful state.

"Mornin' to ya, lass. Hungry?"...