Ch. 67 Suicide Mission

Dillon’s POV

None of us wanted to admit defeat, but after running in circles for hours with no trace of the girls, there was little else we could do. I’d never hated anything as much as I hated leaving that forest without Zoe. The anguish that clung to me like a second skin was crippling.

Silence reigned as we drove back to Glass Lake. Whether we were all too lost to our own heartache to speak or just afraid talking about our failure would make it all too real, no one seemed inclined to talk about it. If someone had a brilliant idea of what to do next, they certainly weren’t sharing it.

That was the most gut-wrenching part of all. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack with no idea where to start. We could take a stab in the dark, but if we guessed wrong, we’d be wasting precious time. Time that could cost our mates their lives.

When we finally arrived at the packhouse, everyone filed out and headed inside but I hung back. I was breaking and didn’t need an audience