Chapter 313

The rain had stopped, but the night air hung heavy with a biting chill.

Huddled inside the tent, Marisol and Zachary could hear the rhythmic dripping of water on the rocks outside, along with indistinct animal cries that echoed.

A warm light glowed inside the tent.

Zachary had insisted on keeping the light on. Though he had dismissed the earlier crying sounds as Marisol's altitude-induced hallucinations, the eerie possibility had clearly unnerved him.

Who would've thought a grown man would be afraid of ghosts?

Marisol, however, felt no fear.

She was puzzled, but unexpectedly not afraid. What plagued her instead was the sharp, needling pain that shot through her skull in waves, leaving her dizzy and disoriented. Every time she tried to think, her head throbbed as if it would split apart.

As midnight crept in, the stillness outside was suddenly broken by heavy, rasping breaths, followed closely by a rapid thud of hooves pounding the ground.

In an instant, both Marisol and