Chapter twenty-eight

Katherine’s POV

Rustling.

Something was rustling.

I moaned out loud in my sleep and turned my head to the side trying to drown out the noise but no such luck.

A twig snapped somewhere in the distance.

The sound was like a gunshot to me and my eyes flew open.

I sat up on my makeshift bed made of clothes and sheets and flipped the covers off my body.

The cold, evening breeze slashed at my body without mercy, causing goosebumps to litter my skin and that was when I realized I was in my thin nightwear. I wrapped my hands around my body to ward off the cold.

Daniel was snoring quietly close to the now-doused bonfire from earlier.

Caleb wasn't in the spot I had seen him in earlier and I felt the first stirring of panic race through me.

I walked past his sleeping bag, past the trees in search of Caleb, and also following the sounds I was hearing.

Not seeing anyone when I got to the bank of the small river, I started to wonder if I was hearing things when I decided to go back to my tent to sl