Max moved like a shadow, trailing Abby through the treetops.
His movements were fluid, silent. The leaves didn't rustle. The branches didn't creak. He was a ghost above her, waiting. Watching.
Through his Three-Dimensional Body, he constantly checked everyone else's position.
He wasn't just hunting—he was making sure he wasn't the one being hunted.
For minutes, he followed her.
Every step. Every turn.
He noticed something.
A pattern.
She kept a consistent distance from the others—never too far, but never too close.
Enough to be "alone," but not enough to lose sight of them.
Then—
She reached a secluded spot.
Completely out of sight from the rest.
Max prepared to strike.
His muscles tensed, lightning flickered at his fingertips.
Then—he stopped.
A flicker of doubt crept into his mind.
'Is she baiting me?'
His eyes narrowed.
It was too perfect.
