Chapter 5
When Nahtaia neared the forest’s edge, she was surprised—and relieved—to find that Oren was nowhere in sight; no one was. She entered the forest slowly and attentively but there was no sign of life, so, with a pleased sigh, she swiftly made her way home.
The forest was quiet and darkening, bringing back unwanted memories of the owl attack earlier in the day.
Maybe I should travel as a human until I reach the safe-barrier, she thought. When she heard a loud rustling from within the canopy, she took a breath and changed, though she kept her wings to fly the rest of the way. The moment Lyra was within her sights, she shrank back and hurried to her home.
It wasn’t dreadfully late, so many fae were still on the pathways of the tree city, but Nahtaia didn’t have the time nor the pa
