The three moved swiftly through the shadowed forest, heading toward the distant mountains. Cold wind rushed past them, carrying the damp scent of moss and earth, brushing against their faces like icy fingers.
Branches swayed, and the moon cast pale silver light between the trees, guiding their path like silent watchers in the dark.
Then, a low, guttural howl echoed from the distance. Another followed. Then another—closer this time.
Arianne's steps didn't falter, but her crimson eyes narrowed.
"Tch," she clicked her tongue in annoyance. "They sensed us."
It wasn't unexpected. The Mistwood was dense with creatures drawn to movement and mana, especially during a full moon.
But that didn't make it any less of a problem. The presence of three strong movements traveling together was like ringing a dinner bell in the wilderness.
Azhriel glanced over his shoulder. "We'll have to move faster."
