Ch. 55: The Hunt (Part 2)

Suddenly something zoomed across their path, and she pulled back on the reins. It had been moving so fast she wasn’t even sure what it was, but it was moving fast. “So do we think it’s being chased, and we should be concerned?” She asked Hayward, looking over her shoulder.

Hayward shrugged. “Maybe they just remembered they left the stove on.” He grinned and drew his bow. “Or maybe there’s something big and angry coming our way. Let’s hope, eh?” He rode up alongside her, putting himself between her and whatever might or might not be coming, then stood up in the saddle, not that the extra height provided much help, and sniffed the air again. Another saber cat? An owlbear? He could only imagine what might come—if anything—and he was eager to see it. He just had to hope it didn’t hurt the horses—or the princess.

There was an otherworldly screech that echoed out through the forest, causing her blood to run cold. It wasn’t a sound she’d heard before, but if it was what she feared, they