It grew quieter and quieter the further they moved into the forest. Given as the dead light had faded from it once and the path before them glowed faintly green, the path before them now had entirely faded. The tree shadows crowded them in blocking what little light there had left. Under their feet thick carpet lay of moss and fallen leaves, but every step was muffled. The forest pressed on them like a weight, and Lucian felt the air thick and heavy with secrets.
Serakha was somber, walking ahead and still with the knot in her hand, holding it close against her chest still, but purposefully. He kept close behind her as he eyed their surroundings. Its ears flicked in all directions, alert, ready for some crazy, ungodly thing just beyond sight, and the Onyx Wolf was at his side.
