I don’t know if he hears me or not. It doesn’t matter. I’ll keep trying until he’s cold in my arms.
I turn and run through the forest with moonlight guiding my way. I run fast despite my shaky legs and my fast beating heart. It feels like I’m burning up on the inside, but cold air hits my skin from all directions. I’m tired, but I refuse to give in to the fatigue. I can break down later.
For now, I have to run.
As I go, I search the forest for any sign of Cillian. Did he chase the attackers? Did they take him? Did he go for help?
I can’t wait around for him to get back, though. I just have to keep going forward.
It’s what Artem would do.
I get back to the cabin in record time and head straight for the car.
I’m aware that traversing through parts of the forest in the car will be diff
