Bellamy felt someone’s gaze on him whenever he was in the forest. It started several weeks ago, when the hunting group got overwhelmed by panthers. They all scattered, and Bellamy was left to fend off two of them by himself. He got one, but got surprised by the other. But before the animal could take a limb off, it was shot by an arrow straight through one eye and out the other.

All Bellamy could see of his savior was a flash of their gear as they disappeared into the treeline.

Ever since then, he felt someone watching him. Every hunting trip, patrol run, or just a wander around with one of his friends, he felt it. And Bellamy tried just about everything. Shouting, chasing them, throwing things. Whoever this person was, they were an expert at running away and hiding before he could catch them.

Then it happened again, another sideways patrol trip. Bellamy was left with an arrow lodged in his arm, not deep enough to mess it up, but deep enough to slow him down. Once he and the other guards were safe, the others ran off to get Bellamy help.

He was sitting with his back against the tree when he heard rustling of branches. Then, from above, a grounder dropped in front of him. Bellamy flinched harshly, “Who are you? Back up now.”