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Chapter_170
The atmosphere lightened when Yvette’s approval reached their ears. For Emmett, Bruce, Chris, and Frankie, her praise was a rare and treasured gift. Over the days they’d spent together, they had learned to meet her high expectations, and hearing her say, “Not bad,” felt like a hard-won victory.
Jeremiah, standing quietly off to the side, allowed the briefest smile to tug at his lips. His eyes softened, a mix of pride and admiration for Yvette flashing in his gaze. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, it was clear that he held her in the highest regard—his trust in her unwavering. She was no ordinary guide. She was dangerous, capable, and, above all, a leader who had seen them through every perilous moment in the rainforest.
Yet, Yvette didn’t seem to dwell on her compliments. Her focus had already shifted to the horizon, her sharp eyes scanning for what came next.
“Alright,” she said, her voice breaking the brief silence with an air of finality. “We’re not done yet. Keep your guard up. The cannibals are just beyond that river.”
At her words, the group’s mood shifted again. Emmett, Bruce, Chris, and Frankie exchanged looks—expressions hardening, knowing they couldn’t afford to relax. The battle might have been won, but the war was far from over.
Jacob, still in a state of disbelief over the ease with which they had handled the crocodiles, found himself questioning everything he thought he knew. Yvette wasn’t just a guide; she was the reason they were still alive. His skepticism was slowly giving way to respect, though he didn’t fully understand why he felt so compelled to follow her lead.
The group continued to move forward, the quiet jungle pressing in around them. Yvette’s voice, low and controlled, cut through the rustling leaves. “We’ll need to move fast. The longer we wait, the harder it will be to take down the tribe.”
Jeremiah, always composed, gave a slight nod. “What do you suggest?”
Yvette’s gaze flicked toward him, her expression unreadable. “We use their terrain to our advantage. The cannibals are used to this forest, but we’re not. That gives us the upper hand. Keep low, stay quiet, and let them think they have the advantage. When the time comes, we strike—fast, hard, and without hesitation.”
She didn’t need to elaborate further. Her words were enough. They all knew their roles.
As they ventured deeper into the rainforest, the sense of urgency thickened. The sound of their footsteps was almost drowned out by the cacophony of the jungle—yet the air remained thick with the sense of impending danger. The soldiers, who had once doubted Yvette’s knowledge of the land, were now more attentive than ever, eyes scanning the trees and underbrush, ready for anything.
Emmett, feeling the weight of the situation, briefly caught Yvette’s eye. His gaze held a question, but Yvette didn’t respond. Instead, the faintest hint of a smile danced at the corners of her lips—a silent acknowledgment that she was aware of his unspoken gratitude.
The group pressed on, drawing closer to the unknown. They knew what lay ahead could be their greatest challenge yet, but they also knew that with Yvette leading them, they stood a chance. Jeremiah walked beside her, his trust in her clear, but also, a quiet concern in his gaze. They were prepared for anything, but no one could predict what dangers the cannibals would bring.
Emmett and the others fell in line, their movements synchronized and purposeful. The bond they had forged over the past days was unspoken but undeniable. They were ready for whatever came next, and as always, Yvette was the steady hand guiding them forward.
