Another female stepped out of the hut.
Then another.
All of them looked disheveled—hair loose, clothes half-fastened, and as soon as they saw me, they scurried off.
That immediately drew my attention.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, curiosity rising as I tried to piece together what exactly had been happening inside that building at a time like this, when the entire settlement was on alert.
And then the last figure stepped out.
A familiar one.
"Thok?"
The name left my mouth before I could stop it.
The little runt froze the instant he heard my voice echo from the branch above. His shoulders locked, and he turned slowly, as though hoping he had misheard.
He had not.
"You piece of shit," I snapped instinctively. "What were you doing inside with those three?"
Thok opened his mouth, but no words came out. His face shifted through about five different expressions in the span of two seconds—shock, guilt, panic, calculation, then outright fear.
Of all the times.
