High.
Impossible.
Rylie grabbed Trigger's arm.
"No..."
Trigger looked toward the darkness.
"What?"
Her face had gone white.
"That's Emma."
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MACE
The little girl’s laughter echoed through the trees.
Every Ranger froze.
Max barked once.
Not excited.
Not curious.
Alert.
Wolf raised one hand.
“Hold.”
Nobody moved.
The laughter came again.
Soft.
High.
Almost playful.
It drifted between the cabins before fading into the darkness.
Rylie grabbed Trigger’s arm.
“That’s her.”
Trigger looked toward the woods. “Emma?”
“I…” Her voice cracked. “I think so.”
Judy slowly shook her head.
“No.”