The cries of the Wild Hunt grew louder, drowning out the pounding of Jennet’s footsteps. The back of her neck prickled, and she was certain if she looked behind them she would see the horned figure who led the hunt.
TLegs burning with strain, she and Tam burst into a clearing lit by the glowing purplish mushrooms. Without stopping, he tugged her into the center.
Cold blankness wrapped around her. The air turned to ice, and for a panic-stricken second she couldn’t breathe.
When sensation returned, Jennet found herself sprawled and gasping on the dark velvet grass of the Twilight Kingdom. Tam crouched beside her, his hands covering his face.
“Tam?” She carefully sat up, her bones aching with the memory of frost.
“Yeah. Just…cold.”
He dropped his hands. The eerie glow of the mushrooms m
