‘Are we clo--’ whispered Rayna, clearly eager to discover the source of the howl before it cut their conversation short once more.
The foreboding sound thundered across the forest once more. It felt heavier this time as it reverberated through his body, carrying with it a sense of sorrow, like the sound of an animal in distress. Yet his ability told him a different story, one of hatred and resentment. In any event, he could feel a growing sense of dread as they neared their target. He wondered whether Rayna felt the same, or instead if her dull senses shielded her from the unease that he felt.
It was mid-morning when eventually she detected the past-presence of her sister. Using her ability, she discerned the route Darlia had taken through the forest. Following the breadcrumbs laid
