Kieren fell into a troubled sleep. He kept being plagued with Josie’s face, distorted in fear as she ran from something chasing her, whatever it was felt old and dangerous.
Then it felt like his and Sammael’s consciousness thinned and stretched. This wasn’t random; it felt as though it were filled with purpose. Sammael’s purpose.
And that’s when he heard it. Whimpered cries for help punctuated by short screams of stark terror. He felt Sammael reach for her. They weren’t going to make it. Kieren put his own force behind it, and they felt as she latched onto them.
Once she touched them, their presence strengthened, and Kieren could see everything. They were in a dim forest, and a mist actively swirled around his feet, coming closer and fading back out as if it were tasting him. He felt he
