A handful of seagulls squawked back at her from above, but Scrap didn’t care. She blew the whistle again, even harder, and the others laughed with relief. ‘You did it!’ Alfie cried, the wind ruffling his hair over his eyes. Scrap cartwheeled down the path and Moll and Siddy hurried to keep up wit...
Even the youngest members of the camp lay awake in their wagons, wide-eyed with fear. Gryff sat just back from the campfire, facing out towards the trees, his ears swivelling at the slightest noise. And around the fire, sitting on tree stumps, were the Elders, together with Moll, Alfie and Siddy....
