Mace and I walk along the meandering track until we reach a clearing in the woods. Then we come to a stop.
“We’re here,” Mace announces, and I look around, confused. There’s nothing here, I think. There’s nothing but open space. If this is where his pack lives, then shouldn’t there be wooden huts or tents or something? I look at Mace, a frown on my forehead, and wait for an explanation. Mace smirks and stretches his hand out in front of him. I watch in shock as his hand disappears into thin air like it’s been cut off. There’s a shimmer and a ripple around where his hand disappeared. “It’s a magical barrier,” he explains. “A witch put it up for us. It keeps humans and supernatural beings away. Only people from my pack can pass through it.”
“Can I pass through it?” I clear my throat becaus
