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
