The night journey to the West Wood Pack was shrouded in an unsettling darkness, the only sound was the thudding hooves of galloping horses and squeaking carriage.
They were nearing the territories of the West Wood Pack, but Reana could feel the growing sense of unease, as the distant howling of wolves and the amusing cackling of what she presumed to be Nightwings, in the distance tore through the night sky.
'We watch from the hills.'
She mindlinked her group, and instantly, they accelerated, the horses' hooves pounding the earth in unison.
"Hyah!" Reana yelled, cracking the reins as they surged forward, the wind whipping through her hair.
Ryder rode behind her, his eyes fixed intently on her proud back.
The hills loomed ahead, their dark silhouettes rising like sentinels from the night-shrouded landscape.
