Chapter 116

Probably not likely, and it’s too weird that all the way out here, alone for weeks on end, the first person I come in contact with is one of my kind. It’s a little too coincidental, especially as I came here after following some deep gut feeling and stupid dreams of Sierra Santo. I watch, squinting through the foliage as I try to see his progress and get a better look, but the gates are obscured from my angle, and he disappears behind trees that sit between us and out of sight. I don’t want to lose track of him in case he somehow heads in here without me seeing and shows up at the foot of my tree. I doubt I would be a welcome discovery. I don’t hesitate. I slide off my perch, silently climb down the tree, and crawl closer until I see him again from another angle, ducking down behind a rock and keeping low. I’m relatively safe from this distance if he doesn’t see me moving around. My senses are on major high alert, and I’m taking comfort in the fact the wind is blowing this way, so he w