Emmalee

I recognize the sound of Soren's footsteps, so I know he's the one approaching me before I even see his face.

I shrink into the shadows instinctively, dreading the moment when we'll be face-to-face. It's surreal to think that, moments ago, I was out in the woods, as free as a bird.

The rogues who made the sound that got me caught never even turned back. They ran away as quickly as they could. For some reason, it's only now crossing my mind that, perhaps, they were given the order to ...