Tina’s phone buzzed with a call. But the signal was weak, turning James’s voice into a garbled mess. She could barely make out his words, but it sounded like he was telling her to come back. Now she faced a crucial decision: follow the pack further or listen to James and turn back.
Tina pushed through the thickening forest, the eerie whispers of the wind and distant rustling leaves making the atmosphere feel alive with unseen dangers. Her name, carried by the breeze, sounded foreign—twisted—almost like a warning. Fear gripped her chest, and she hesitated, feeling like she was being watched by several pair of eyes.