Chapter 87: Wolf’s den
The forest was eerily silent as we moved deeper, away from the chaos we’d just escaped. Only the rustle of leaves and the crunch of dirt beneath our boots echoed through the stillness.
"Keep moving," I muttered, voice low but firm.
Felix was barely keeping up, panting like he’d run a marathon. Garrick’s jaw was clenched, his grip on his sword still tight. Cassandra glided alongside us, her movements graceful but her expression distant—still that unsettling calm.
"Professor..." Felix gasped between breaths. "H-How... far?"
"Not far enough," I murmured, scanning the surroundings.
Kellan wasn’t stupid. He’d regroup, and when he did...
We needed to be gone.
"Garrick," I murmured.
"Yeah?"
"Anything following?"
Garrick didn’t answer right away. His eyes narrowed, focused on the path behind us.