I dash back to the closest border of brush and start making my way back to my temporary camp without looking back, this time keeping behind the trees by two rows. My breathing, with the heaviness of mounting panic growing inside me like a warning signal, is labored. Heartbeat pounding in my ears as it batters my rib cage and adds to my terror. I don’t feel safe being this close anymore and I should never have ventured to find this building. I don’t know what I was thinking, and the last thing I need is complications from wolves and James Bond type buildings in the middle of forests. This...