HIDDEN HOWL
The adrenaline begins to wear off, and I find myself hoping against hope that I can hide long enough for the timer to run out.
Then, a voice cuts through the silence.
"You’re not exactly good at hiding, are you?"
My blood runs cold, and I freeze, every muscle in my body going rigid. I know that voice. It's Xerxes.
I peek over the edge of the branch, my stomach twisting in embarrassment. There he is, standing below me with his arms crossed, his eyes glowing with an almost mocking amusement.
"You’ll be found within minutes," he adds, the words like a cruel prophecy.
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