62. The Guardian Spirit

Chapter Sixty Two: The Guardian Spirit

Chris and Connor waited in the dark, abandoned cabin, listening intently for any sign of the graverobbers.

The silence stretched on, and the forest outside seemed to hold its breath. Chris finally let out a sigh of relief.

“I think we lost them,” he whispered.

Connor nodded, cautiously getting to his feet. “Let’s get out of here before they come back.”

They crept to the door, peeking out to ensure the coast was clear.

Seeing nothing but darkness and trees, they quietly slipped outside and began making their way back through the forest, sticking to the shadows.

As they neared the cemetery, Chris noticed something that made his blood run cold. Standing in the clearing, not far from where they had first hidden, were the graverobbers.

They were scattered around, talking in hushed tones and looking agitated.

The leader, the small man who had confronted Connor, was pacing back and forth, barking orders.

Chris grabbed Connor’s arm, pulling him back