Senna’s
The ferals didn’t rush us. That was the worst part. We paused, expecting them to surge at us. Instead, they spread out in front of us, pacing, watching.
“They’re not in a hurry,” Korrigan said quietly.
“No,” I replied. “They don’t have to be. They’re only here to block us. Just like the wisps and the water beasts. This is all orchestrated. They spectators want us back on the beach.”
Behind us was the beach with the water beasts. In front of us was a line of ferals. We were trapped. We couldn’t go forward.
Thor shifted his stance in front of me. He planted himself between the ferals and me on the ground.
“We’re not staying here,” he said firmly. “We pick a direction and we push through.”
“How?” Isolde snapped. “She can’t even stand. We don’t have enough bows. Korrigan’s wolf
