Chapter Fourteen
Stalking across blue skies abright
Slinking through forest under moon's light
Creeping, crawling never a sound will it make
A caught one never knows ‘till too late
Better to be devoured than look into haunted eyes
Go ‘head, take a look for she tells no lies
Worry, worry; she reveals who lives and who dies
-Haunted Hunter; Rubi Jep
There was a soft patter of rain on the roof of her small tent. All around the forest the soft spatter of tiny droplets baptizing the earth were carried on the cool forest mist. The days had been warm, but the nights were still cool. A violent thunderstorm had lumbered across the sky that afternoon, painting the blue sky with dark streaks of wind-driven clouds. The rain was steadily getting lighter as Rhiannon lay on her cot mindlessly st
