Jacob stopped and rested his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.
He looked back the way he’d come. There wasn’t anyone there that he could see, but he knew the man that killed his friends was after him.
He had to get away and get help. He owed that much to his friends.
A twig snapped.
He forced himself to run, but he tripped over his own feet and fell in a tangled mess.
Looking up, he choked on his scream at seeing himself covered in blood and holding a knife.
No, he remembered.
So that’s who it was.