Good! She Is No Burden

The rustling of the leaves nearby jolted both Ian and Camelia into action.

"I thought you said it would take a while for the Aldaman boy to get here?!" Ian questioned, his voice sharp with tension as he quickly surveyed their surroundings.

"It should!" Camelia responded, equally vigilant, her posture tense and eyes darting around.

The two were on edge, both fixated on the rustling leaves ahead of them.

Their senses were heightened, and they were prepared for anything.

But in their heightened focus, they made an amateurish mistake.

In concentrating so closely on the disturbance ahead, they neglected to watch the edges of their position.

It was then that disaster struck.

A wolf, its form resembling a massive canine with elongated fangs, sprang from behind, lunging toward the easiest prey: Trevor, still lying unconscious on the ground from his earlier weariness.

"Trevor!" Camelia shouted in alarm.