The sun dipped low, bleeding orange and gold across the sky as dusk began to settle over the island. With it came a crisp bite in the evening air. Anne folded her arms around herself, a slight shiver running through her.
Augustine pulled her close, wrapping the thin blanket tighter around them.
"I'm starving," Anne said, completely unaware of the silent threat crawling around them.
"Then let's go," Augustine said, rising and pulling her to her feet. "The cottage is waiting."
They started to gather their things when Augustine froze.
A soft snap like a twig breaking underfoot echoed faintly through the trees, followed by a rustle in the underbrush. His hand instinctively tightened around Anne's, his entire body going still, senses sharpening like a blade.
"What is it?" Anne asked, picking up on the sudden tension in his posture. She looked around, her eyes scanning the shadows. All she could see was the thick greenery darkening by the second.
