Kieran’s POV
The reverberation of the strange, ancient laughter still echoed in my eyes as we skittered our horses through the thick forest, our movements swift through the weighty undergrowth. The gush of wind howled against us, carrying with it the lingering scent of flesh and blood. Whatever lurked in the dark was still around. I could sense the presence in the air.
Evans' horse was beside mine, her hood covering her face as she howled loudly in pain. She had seldomly altered any word since her encounter with the strange voice— *We need her blood*---which had resonated through the trees, sending cold down our spine. I had seen the way her fingers trembled below her reins, the way her wolf howled in agony.
My jaw clenched, resting my gaze on what laid ahead.
“Faster,” My commanding v
