Chapter 22 Not The Father

• Isla's POV
• I found myself walking down a long winding road, there was not a soul in sight. The weather was beginning to get cold, and Cleo was getting tired, I knew that rest would help.
• However, I just could not shake off the feeling that there was somebody behind me, watching me. Looking around, I saw nobody, inhaling the fresh air. I flared my nostrils but sensed nothing. Not even the tiniest whiff of another's scent. It was all very strange, so I decided that my mind was simply playing tricks on me. I was tired, beyond exhausted, but thankful to Cleo for taking over, giving me a small chance to recover. She was strong and could hunt for food so that we would not starve to death.