“So, where is this secret hiding spot?” I asked as she half dragged me along.
Peeking back over her shoulder, she flashed a mischievous smile as she glided through the streets and in between houses, more like a ghostly apparition than a fully corporeal being. After a few turns, which seemed to wrap back on themselves, I wondered if she was doing so to confuse me or to shake anyone that may follow us.
“Where are you taking us?” I asked, somewhat winded, as I half chased her through the small town of bear-folk.
As she scanned the road in front of us, I caught the corner of her eye, which seemed to twinkle, and I wondered if she was part fae herself.
“We’re almost there,” she whispered.
Turning onto a road that appeared to have been long forgotten, we headed toward the tree line. Slow
