I barely slept that night.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the three claw marks on the door.
They were fresh. Someone had made them just before we arrived.
I kept Derek close to me while Lydia and Mara slept. I listened to every sound outside the cabin. A branch breaking. Leaves moving. The wind passing through the trees.
Each sound made me reach for the knife beside me.
But nothing happened.
When morning finally came, I was still awake.
Lydia was the first to notice. “You didn’t sleep, did you?”
I shook my head. “Not really.”
Mara sat up. “Because of the marks?”
I nodded. “Come and look at them again.”
We stepped outside together. The marks were still there. Lydia ran her fingers near them without touching the cuts. “These really aren’t Redfang.”
“I know.”
Mara leaned clos
