The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft silver light over the forest. The shadows of the trees stretched long and dark across the ground, creating an eerie atmosphere. Miranda moved swiftly through the woods, her senses on high alert as she approached the small camp where Luke was waiting. It was a quiet night, but the stillness carried a tension that she couldn't ignore.
She finally reached the clearing where Luke had set up his temporary camp. He was seated by the fire, staring into the flames, lost in thought. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting the worry and exhaustion etched into his features. He looked up as Miranda approached, his eyes filled with questions that he was too afraid to ask.
"How is she?" Luke asked quietly, his voice hoarse.
Miranda sat d
