Matthew looks at me, confused. "I'm not sure I understand," he says."Just wait until we get back to the pack," I say. "Then we can talk."He shrugs and nods. "Okay," he says."We need to keep running," I say. "The people who were after us back at the outpost will probably send a search party to look for us."He nods.We run through the forest together. It's a beautiful night. The full moon is high in the sky, lighting our path in a silvery glow."This way," I say, gesturing towards a stream. At the edge of the stream, there is a small boat.I walk over to it. It's one of the boats from the resistance outpost. It's probably their backup boat.Matthew and I step into the boat, and I row us across the stream and into the main lake. As we cross, Matthew and I don't say anything. We sit in silence, listening to the sounds of the night. We listen to the wind in the trees and the sounds of birds calling to each other. There's something about finally coming back here after thinking
Read more