Chapter 38 The Source

The horn's blare faded into the rustling of leaves and the pounding of our own feet. We ran into the woods, a chaotic mix of women sprinting after the elusive silver flash that was the wolf spirit. It was confusing. One moment it was there, a fleeting glimpse of shimmering light, the next it was gone, vanished into the dense foliage as if it was swallowed by something else. Are we catching two sprites? "What in the world is that thing?" someone gasped, her voice breathless together with growing frustration.