CHAPTER 113 The Wolf at the Door

　　The cabin sat still under the cover of darkness, its wooden exterior blending seamlessly with the thick forest surrounding it. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it an ominous sense of foreboding, each creak of the wood amplifying Angela's anxiety.

　　Angela sat on the edge of a worn sofa, her gaze fixed on the window, knees drawn to her chest. The glass reflected her face, pale and drawn, but she wasn't looking at her reflection. She was watching the shadows outside, her heart pounding with every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig. Despite Edmund's assurances, she couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't alone.

　　Behind her, Edmund worked quietly, unpacking supplies from the duffel bag. His calm, methodical movements stood in stark contrast to Angela's restless energy. Every now and then, he would glance her way, concern etched into his features.

　　"You're going to wear yourself out," he said finally, breaking the silence.