Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Taylor

"Are you sure they're after us?" Isabel sounds drained. "I hate walking at night, Taylor. I swear my feet will fall off."

"I'm sorry," my eyes dart around, looking for a place that will be a safe shelter for the night. "But their scent is in the air."

"I don't smell anything!" Isabel sounds like she's going to burst into tears. "I really don't!"

"I'm not lying to you," I say, irritably. "I'm just trying to keep us safe, Isabel!"

"I know that!' Her eyes are glittering with tears of exhaustion. "But we haven't taken a break in seven hours."

I don't know what to do. I know she's dragging herself now, but my instincts are screaming at me that we are not out of danger yet. But Isabel cannot go on any longer. 

"Okay," I come to a stop by the stream. "Let's stop here, but we can't make a fire. The smoke will give our location away."