The voice startled me as it carried throughout our immediate surroundings, encasing the six of us in it's fearsome threat.
I threw a nervous glance at Daisy who was frozen in front of me. Should we declare ourselves as Tilerians or Jaxlors? How could we know who these people were and how they might react to who we were?
I needn't have worried about deciding how to answer them, as Joe, who was spinning on the spot shooting terrified looks into the thick trees, spoke quickly. "Don't shoot! Please, we're Tilerians. We're not looking for trouble!"
I waited with bated breath, hoping this his honesty was the right track to take. The worst part of this situation was not being able to see whoever was watching us. How many were there? They must be skilled soldiers to be hiding so well, even as I scanned the trees searching with narrowed eyes, one hand on the gun on my hip, I saw nothing.