The night was electric. All of Angel's senses were alive as adrenaline and magic coursed through her body. Steel and Ojore also flanked Cloud Wolf, as they raced through the night. Angel was hyper-aware of everything.
Soldier Ant's marching in unison on a branch overhead, the heartbeat of the scared rabbit frozen under a log to their right. The constant noise and hum of the Wisps as if they were excited, watching over them. The terrified, ragged panting of Cloud Wolf, urgently looking for safe passage home. Most of all, Angel was aware of the rabid Newblood perched on a tree directly ahead, awaiting them in silence, ready to pounce.
The pack had run swiftly, skirting a vast lake that seemed alive with light, running straight into what the Newblood must have believed was a cunning trap
