Eliose:
The forest was quiet.
That was the first thing I noticed.
Aside from the hunter who were leading the wolves astray, the others were hiding.
But that was exactly what bothered me, their silence.
Hunters didn’t move like wolves. Wolves filled space. They breathed, shifted, rustled leaves without meaning to.
Hunters erased themselves.
And right now… I knew very well that they had done their part with ‘erasing’ themselves.
Marcel stood slightly ahead of me, his posture rigid, his wolf just beneath the surface. Around us, several wolves in partial shift waited for his signal, muscles coiled and ready.
But they were looking in the wrong direction.
“They’re not scouting,” I whispered. “As I said, those that your men have traced have been leading them in the wrong direction.”
