The moment I stepped out of the red line, it seemed like the forest did a reset. I turned, expecting to see Ryth, but there was no large tree in sight. It was as if it never existed. Had it not been for my knowledge of the pack and everything else, I would have thought everything was a dream.
“Good luck, Glym. Remember, if you wish to return, kiss the rose on the back of your palm and I will appear,” Ryth murmured. “You won't be able to identify the village any more. It's now concealed from you as if has always been obscured from others.”
I turned around, expecting to see her, but there was no one in sight. Aside from the rustling of the leaves and the hoots from the birds above my head, there was no sign of the leader of the coven.
