Mallory’s steps slowed. “Go help them.” She urged the three spiders with her to go ahead. They scurried off into the darkness.
“Do you think it’s the mother spider?” Brodie asked.
“You better start chanting your war cry in case it is,” Ryan said.
“You’re not funny, you know,” Brodie muttered.
No one laughed. Mallory glanced at each of them, seeing they were all as worried as she was. The smaller spiders had been bad enough. How were they meant to face a seven and a half foot one?
“When we’re close enough, cast vanish on us,” Jorgen said.
Mallory nodded. What she would have preferred to do was turn around and go back the way she’d come from.
Ryan, who was a little ahead of Mallory, glanced over his shoulder. “You might want to hurry it up so we reach her before your reanimated spide
