Alex’s POV
I ought to have seen that approaching. The peace before the tempest, the way the breeze changed just before all hell erupted. But I failed. Perhaps I was too preoccupied with the next action or too fixated on my own worries to see what was happening all around us. Now, I wondered if this was how it would all end as I crouched behind a fallen tree, collecting my breath and the sound of footsteps got louder.
The jungle was black, just slivers of moonlight peeking through the heavy canopy overhead. I felt guilty as I turned to look at Lena, her face pallid but resolute. None of us had, nor had she registered for this. Here we were, nonetheless, engaged in a struggle without apparent end. She had her own tonight, even if I could see the gaps beginning to show.
Samantha, where was
