A sharp scream pierces the air and sucks all the oxygen from my lungs. The terror that gurgles through the treetops is tangible and makes my eyes burn. She’s okay. She knows how to handle someone twice her size. Bree is intelligent and kind. Bree can’t die. My fists clench at my sides, and I battle with the knot in my throat. Fresh tears are threatening to form in my eyes, but I hold tightly to the belief that she’s fine. The silence that follows that bloodcurdling sound wears holes into my mind, as I try not to think of what made her scream like that. No one says a word. We wait patiently
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