Chapter 23: Entrance

The sight that befell Cilyna and Kaynon as they reached the side of the mountain had Cilyna staring in astonishment. An older woman with hip length silver hair sat cross legged in the center of a salt circle. There was no wind blowing through the trees, yet her hair was flowing all around her as if she had stuck her finger in a light socket though gently swaying to her soft siren chant. The setting sun was her spotlight and the small dust like particles floating in the air looked like glitter. The scene had a Disney magic feel to it.

Cilyna and Kaynon stopped about ten feet away from the circle, not wanting to disturb the crone's focus, turned towards Ciaran and his men.

"Any progress, Hybrid Alpha?" Kaynon spoke in a hushed voice.

He shook his head, "She's just as puzzled by it. Lady Silvia is the oldest in her clan and she can't seem to break the concealment spell." He shifted his gaze to Cilyna, "She can sense your children but she can not find a nitch to pull at. You will have to