Cane's POV
The silence after I shut the door was the loudest thing I'd ever heard. It was a thick, heavy blanket smothering the cabin. My little boy looked up at me, his eyes big and confused. He knew my voice had been wrong.
Leo was already moving. He didn't ask if I was sure. He just believed. He grabbed his rifle from the corner and went to the north-facing shooting slot, peering out. Mabel herded the children—my son and little Ellie—toward the hidden crawl space in the corner of the main room.
"Jolina, with me," Mara said, her voice tight. She pulled a pistol from a drawer and handed Jolina a long, sharp hunting knife. Jolina took it, her knuckles white, but she didn't flinch.
"What did you see?" Leo whispered, his eye still glued to the slot.
