FREYA POV
A twig snaps under my feet. Colt whips his head around to give me a look.
“Sorry” I mouth to him. He holds his finger up to his lips telling me to be quiet.
How is he so quiet? Watching his every step I can see he is quickly planning his steps while walking slowly making sure he doesn’t make too much noise. I’m clearly not that great at it. He’s even stepping on twigs not breaking them!
How the hell does he do this? Make himself weightless? I can hear steps off to the side of us, which seems to be where he’s leading us. The scent seems to be deer.
He stopped walking suddenly, making me bump into him lightly.
He doesn’t move, like the brick wall he is. He stares ahead and puts his finger over his lips again. I look forward, but I don’t see anything. At first anyways. Afte
