Ivy’s pov.

The noise from outside was finally silenced.

The boy next to me still clutched himself, shivering.

The only sound was the brittle crackle of something burning far away. I rose to my feet and reached for the tent flap.

“Don’t.”

I paused, the boys' trembling hands on mine.

“Don’t go out there, they’ll kill you too.” He whispered.

I slowly peeled his hands off me, holding a tight smile. “I think they are gone now. But stay here, I’ll check to make sure.”

He ...