Rissa’s POV

“Wake up, Rissa. We need to leave now.”

Mark’s voice snapped me out of sleep. The sun's rays hit my face, nearly blinding me as I squinted to get a sense of where I was. The campfire’s smoke had thinned; the canopy was already dismantled, and Eamon was packed up and ready.

“We have to move and find the trail that leads to the road,” Mark said.

He placed his hand on the earth as if listening for something. His eyes glowed a green I had never seen ...