By the time we had dug the trap, lined it with stakes, and camouflaged it, we were all close to exhaustion. My hands were trembling from how much I had put them through, and even though I thought my wounds from fighting the wolf, Perry, and Hans had healed, I ached and throbbed all over from exertion. The new scars felt as though they were on fire, and I was longing to sit down, let myself go horizontal, and sleep for the next few days.
“I never want to see another hole again,” Elsa moaned, collapsing to the ground dramatically. All of us had been busy for the entire day. After digging Bernard’s grave and the pit for the trap, we had to camouflage the pit somehow. One of the girls had come up with the idea of weaving thin branches together to create a lattice structure, and we had spent t
