Inside a small cave of rocks and roots of big trees Logan watched Jean sleep, curled against a bed of moss and leaves. Her fever had broken, but she was still weak, pale, and barely had the strength to move.
He was lucky to find at least some shelter.
He sat just a few feet away, near the cave entrance… a shallow cavern tucked between boulders, shaded by thick roots. It had been a lucky find.
It shielded them from the rain, and the ground was surprisingly dry. He even managed to pile some dried roots for insulation.
But then he heard it.
A guttural snort.
His body tensed. He rose slowly, stepping out of the cave entrance just far enough to scan the shadows between the trees.
Branches cracked.
Heavy footsteps shuffled through the underbrush.
Then it came into view.
The same wild boar. Larger in the light, with patches of dried blood clinging to its flank… remnants from their last encounter. One eye was bloodshot, and its tusks glinted wickedly beneath the afternoon sun.
