Deborah’s POV

Dawn never really arrived in the Cursed Forest. The sky just went from dark gray to light gray, so you could see the twisted trees better.

Deborah stood in the doorway of their shelter, looking at the tracks around it. They looked even stranger in the dim light. They were too deep and looked like they were made on purpose.

"Whatever made these want us to know it was here," she said.

Erick came up beside her. He was holding two old clay pots. "The water's still good. Magic is ...