Tail Me By Ava: Hunter

"You're not going anywhere, Elara," he said gently, reaching across the gap between them to take her hand. "They won't come back."

It started with a dead sparrow on her doorstep. Then, the phone lines in her remote cabin went dead. One chilly evening, as she was watching the sunset from her porch, the familiar silhouette of her manager appeared at the edge of the tree line—not alone, but with the menacing stranger she had been hiding from. Tail Me by Ava Hunter

Caleb’s truck roared up the dirt driveway, kicking up gravel and stopping directly between Elara and the intruders. He stepped out, not asking questions, his face a mask of cold fury. He didn’t look like the gentle, quiet man she’d spent the last few weeks with. He looked like the mountain itself: unbreakable. "You're not going anywhere, Elara," he said gently,