MIAS POV

The night air was thick with tension, the sounds of the forest blending into the rapid beating of my heart. I crouched lower behind the large stone, my breaths coming out in slow, measured puffs. Someone was nearby. I could hear the faint rustling of leaves, the crunch of boots against the earth.

They were looking for me.

I knew it wasnt an ordinary patrol. No, this was something else. Someone had followed me, their presence sharp, ...