“I'm fine. It's just a nick in my skin. Sharla has bound it tight. It will not give me any trouble. I'm eager to hunt. Both vampires and outlanders. Next time I see him, I'll skewer his backside with my spear.”
Lars smiled thinly. He knew that the young man next to him would one day take his place. And for that he was glad. He was getting older and time seemed to be weighing heavy on his bones. “Good. We need to move out soon. The outlander was here for a friend. And to hunt vampires. That tells me they are close by. We should follow the track to see where it leads. Have you noticed the spirits in the forest?”
Coop had. The swirling mists made his flesh creep. “Yes. There are ghosts here. It's an evil place.”
“I agree. We cannot be far from them. It's as if the forest is alive with spir
