"Follow him" the voice echoed through her mind.
Danielle hesitated. She knew from Mr Reed's story that Petunia was safe, but she felt like she was supposed to stay here. Witness that she was going to be ok. Why was the voice telling her to follow the Hunter?
"Follow him," the voice repeated, more insistent.
Danielle cast one last glance at Petunia, now glowing faintly, surrounded by an almost tangible presence of power. The hunters closed in, but something told her they wouldn’t succeed. Not yet. Petunia was protected—by magic, by fate, by history. By the wolf that crouched in the bush.
Still, her legs didn’t want to move. Every instinct screamed to stay.
But the voice had never steered her wrong.
Gritting her teeth, she turned and darted after the Hunter, weaving through the trees i
