Chapter Forty-Three

Eventually, the corrosive precipitation ended, and we were able to venture out into the woods once more to continue forward with our mission.

My concern for the imprisoned females mounted as more time ticked by, and I knew it’d already been too long since they’d seen the light of day, not that there was much of that up here to go around.

Silas set a speedy pace, taking the point position as Saint remained behind me, but I didn’t whine or drag my feet, keeping up to the best of my ability.

I knew he was trying to get us through the next expanse of forest as fast as possible, him having revealed that there weren’t many places to take cover in case the rain started up again, but he still ensured we paused long enough to rest and replenish our bodies.

There were downsides to taking the least traveled routes, but Silas and Saint had vetoed cutting through the abandoned cities straightaway when I’d suggested it. I still didn’t know the reason behind the shifters’ avoidance of the crumbli