Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

Matthew looks at me, confused. "I'm not sure I understand," he says.

"Just wait until we get back to the pack," I say. "Then we can talk."

He shrugs and nods. "Okay," he says.

"We need to keep running," I say. "The people who were after us back at the outpost will probably send a search party to look for us."

He nods.

We run through the forest together. It's a beautiful night. The full moon is high in the sky, lighting our path in a silvery glow.

"This way," I say, gesturing towards a stream. At the edge of the stream, there is a small boat.

I walk over to it. It's one of the boats from the resistance outpost. It's probably their backup boat.