The moans of pain grow louder the deeper into the forest I travel. They say you know when one of your own is hurt. It’s like their pain is your pain. You feel it in your veins, with each beat of your heart.
And it hurts like hell.
My heart feels as if it’s being pulled from my chest, my lungs burning with each breath I take.
But I know I am getting closer.
The trees envelope me in their canopy overhead, and the sky is starting to grow dark. But nothing will make me turn back and head for home. Not when one of my own is in pain and needs my help. I could never live with the guilt if I left them out here to die.
But the air is growing cold. I shiver, goosebumps littering my flesh.
I’m not sure what I plan to do when I find whoever is injured. With nothing but a knife and my bow, I
