Eight
OBERON TOOK A step or two towards the trees, and barked. He had seen something or someone in the woods.
Morgan turned around in time to see a woman’s fleeing back. It was her! He knew it instinctively. It was the woman he’d saved in the forest the day before.
He ran to the edge of the trees and tried to call out to her. He wanted her to stop running away, he wanted to talk with her. But his voice wouldn’t come. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get a sound out. Morgan’s throat was closed. There was nothing he could do.
His mother’s command! It was her command stopping his voice!
He hit a tree in frustration and hurt his hand.
He hadn’t sought her out. She had found him. Didn’t that count? Morgan supposed not, since she was running away from him.
But why was she running
