Grace walked ahead of the rest following the lights on the edge of the path, listening at random intervals to pick up the hushed conversations behind her. Her arms dangling by her side, occasionally brushing against Andora’s soft fur on her right and Angus’ sleek fur on her left. The cats seemed to be keeping their distance from the hellhound- who had obtained the name Nyx from Hunter. The dark shadows seemed to begin to lighten as they continued on the path, Grace found herself wishing that she was back in the cave with Sarael. While he didn’t seem to want to have her near him, he was infinitely warmer towards her than Hunter was. She felt the pangs of sadness and loneliness as she thought of the way Hunter had reacted when she came back.
She thought of the green rolling hills and the s
