Days slipped by in the dense woods of Camp Ravenpine, filled with hikes, team games, and campfire chats. But Alison's attention was locked on something else, or rather, someone.Damon Blackwell.She had seen him sneak out of the cabin not once, not twice but four times now. Always after midnight. Always alone. No flashlight. No sound. And always denied it the next day, saying he was stargazing.Tonight, she was ready. She will see and know everything he is hiding.The forest was quiet that night, unnaturally quiet. As if depicting the saying " calm before the storm"Alison crept out of the cabin wrapped in a hoodie and pajama pant, her heart thudding in anticipation. Alison waited with her shoes by the door, breath held. As expected, the door creaked quietly. A shadow passed.Damon.“That sneaky arrogant brat” Alison muttered She counted five seconds, then She followed the direction where Damian had gone, moving carefully between the trees, barefoot and quiet as a ghost.She trailed
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