Chapter 13: Ivy’s Shooting Skills
The moment the group started ascending the quiet slope of Fairpon Tips, a sudden rustling sound echoed from the distance.
Sharp, hurried steps against dry leaves. Snorts. Hooves.
Silas’s body stiffened, and in a low, commanding voice, he whispered,
"Hide. Everyone... behind the trees, now."
Without waiting for them to react, his arm instinctively reached for Ivy and pulled her behind the broadest trunk in sight.
His grip was firm but not rough, and for a second, Ivy’s breath hitched.
Her heart thumped rapidly, not from fear, but from the heat of his touch.
One by one, the rest quickly ducked behind the trees.
The rustling grew louder until a herd of boars burst into view, galloping westward.
Their tusks gleamed slightly under the patches of sunlight that slipped through the leaves. Dust and dried twigs flew into the air as their feet drummed the earth.
Everyone held their breath.