Twenty-SevenEddie and Karaa dropped down through the forest as wraiths and ghosts writhed around the stout trunks around them. They came to the steps that led to the catacombs underneath the forest. Karaa dropped through the air, landing on the stone floor. Eddie looked down and smiled, preferring to take the stairs, two at a time. They met at the bottom, heading through one of the tunnels. They came to a series of cells, looking through the bars at the two sleeping forms on the straw mattress. They both instantly felt hungry.
“The one tastes good,” Karaa said. Her yellow eyes almost feverish.
“He does. But we need to be patient. We can hunt later, once we've spoken to the others. I know a place where you can get your fill.” She smiled as Eddie took her hand, leading her into the larger
