Naomi POV

Two of the hunters, Quincy and Cristofo, had recovered and could finally talk. They sat bewildered inside the pale red stone walls of their cell in the red brick jail.

Quincy frowned. “I don’t remember a thing. Honestly. We were in the same forest as YOU hunting the wild pigs, and the next thing I know, we’re here. I had one in my sights. He was waddling so slowly. He wasn’t sick, or lame, or old. He was young, not even an adult.”

Naomi reached out and ...