There’s a quick flash of light and a bone-shaking scream, and the creature’s flickering shape explodes into green dust. My feet are glued to the earth. They’re going to find me, I think, because I’m too terrified to run. “There could be more.” Tor pulls her bow to rest. Sel’s head lowers in thought. “Sel?” Silence. “Did you hear me?” His eyes cut to hers. “I heard you.” “Well, we huntin’ or not, Kingsmage?” she huffs. He turns to face the woods opposite my hiding place, tension radiating across his back and shoulders. He comes to a decision. “We’re hunting.” He mutters a word I don’t
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