The storm lashed around them, rain slapping against their skin as thunder rolled above like an angry god. Nick's eyes darted across the terrain—and then he saw it. A shadowed hollow in the side of a rocky hill.
"There!" he shouted, yanking Georgia toward the opening without hesitation.
They stumbled into the shallow cave, gasping for breath. Rain still echoed just outside, but in here, the world was hushed. Enclosed. Safe.
Nick ran a hand through his soaked hair, then scanned their surroundings. "This might actually work," he said between breaths. "We're high enough to avoid flooding, shielded from the rain and lightning… and close to the ridge. We should move our camp here."
Georgia stepped further in, inspecting every corner. Her hands brushed over the rough cave walls, and she tilted her head to check the uneven ceiling. It wasn't massive—about six meters deep and double the width—but it was dry, stable, and most importantly, empty.
He was right. They'd be safe here.
