"Escape...Escape", the words kept ringing in her mind!
A twig snapped and she pressed her spine against the tree trunk, fists clenched, ready to fight whatever danger was there. Impatiently, she scanned the forest, looking for a sign that something or someone was hiding behind the gnarled trunks. Seconds ticked by as she searched for even a hint of movement, but everything was still except for the branches swaying in the now gusting wind.
She licked her lips and swallowed hard. Vague recollections were coming to mind; werewolves and witches had disappeared without a trace, only to have their mangled decomposing bodies found months later. The incidents had occurred in Grundolf so there was no reason to be thinking along those lines...was there?
A trickle of sweat slipped down the center
