From his hiding spot in the Angry Tree, Munjin peered through the forest for any sign of his hunters. His breathing had finally calmed down, but he was still hot and sweaty from running.

Every crinkling leaf jolted his spine. Normally, Munjin felt safe at the Tree. If only it hadn’t been Silas that was hunting him. Munjin’s imagination kept throwing up horrible scenes of what would happen if the older boy found him.

Crack!

That was not his imagination. That. . .

From his hiding spot in the Angry Tree, Munjin peered through the forest for any sign of his hunters. His breathing had finally calmed down, but he was still hot and sweaty from running.

Every crinkling leaf jolted his spine. Normally, Munjin felt safe at the Tree. If only it hadn’t been Silas that was hunting him. Munjin’s imagination kept throwing up horrible scenes of what would happen if the older boy found him.

Crack!

That was not his imagination. That. . .