Chapter 28
Golden light shone through the trees as they continued to climb. Iellieth glanced over her shoulder, searching the forest for the dark swarm of the werewolf pack. The trees swayed in a slight breeze. She sighed. Thus far, their steps remained hidden.
A figure stepped out from a cluster of birches ahead, backlit by the afternoon sun.
Marcon shouted, and steel hissed as he withdrew his blade. Energy flowed to the tips of Iellieth’s fingers, ready to face whatever enemy now presented itself to them.
The silhouette stepped closer. What Iellieth had taken to be branches were antlers in a crown of flora. A longbow crossed the figure’s back, and the sunlight glinted off her silver tattoos and the hoops laced through her long fae ears.
“Yvayne?” Iellieth called.
Two steps closer,
