With that, she turned away, her body tense, her steps quickening as she disappeared into the thickening shadows of the forest.
I watched her go for a moment, my expression carefully neutral. Then, I fell into step behind her, my voice carrying just enough concern to sound convincing. "You're making a mistake," I called after her, shaking my head. "But if you're that determined to throw your life away, I guess I can't stop you."
Mira didn't respond. She didn't even glance back. She just kept moving, her posture rigid, her focus unwavering.
I followed, my eyes sharp, my senses heightened. The forest was alive with the sounds of the encroaching night—rustling leaves, distant hoots, the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. My mind, however, was elsewhere. I was calculating, strategizing, and anticipating.
How far will you go, Mira?
How long before you realize you're not the hunter here?
