Betty's POV. 

We moved like ghosts through the forest, dripping wet and limping, every step a small agony. 

My clothes clung to me, heavy and cold, and the cuts on my arms stung with each movement. But we kept going.

The adrenaline was starting to fade, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion that made my legs feel like lead. 

Beside me, Claire kept glancing over, her face tight with concern and something else, but I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes for long.

"There," Claire ...