Another day had passed, and still, they had yet to find the gate.
Myka was struggling to focus. There were sounds all around him, he could feel each living thing as though they were an extension of himself.
They hadn’t traveled far from the village. No more than a few miles. But the forest in the area was dense. They could walk in one direction for an hour without knowing which way they had come from.
Myka insisted that it was close. Even though he couldn’t separate all the sounds, he felt it deep inside. He knew that he felt the power of the ley lines nearby.
Alice and Ashleigh continued to hunt as he tried to focus on the exact location of the power. They were starting to see the pattern in the patrols of the fae. Four groups of three seemed to patrol the forest in sweeps that had two to three hours between them.
