What the Wolf Sees
Daria's POV
Noise was absent again in the forest, but it was not that pleasant quiet of when you are simply relaxing. It was the spooky type that gave me the bumps, as though we were being followed around by something.
Harriet was still clinging to me, and her little fingers fastened onto my cloak as though nothing could make them be released. I might tell her heart was beating right through the thin material, all jumpy and lopsided.
"He's still here," she whispered. I get it. I know he’s there too.
Lucius had stopped walking. He was not running as the other warriors were. Somewhere away beyond the magic queerness in me, he was, near enough that I could feel his presence creep up my skin. The air was thick, as though it were a cord which was going to be snap
