Chapter 387

Papa's energy sparked in alarm then Mama's too.

Mila twisted to stare back at the way the sounds came from and spotted a bobbing light.

Torch light.

Mama and Papa kept low and began to move again, almost crawling. Mila crunched up against Papa's back, squinting at first then kept her head down to avoid the lower branches.

The sounds of those approaching grew. Papa moved faster, Mama right behind. They scooted up higher, scrambling, and tucked against cold stone. Not a moment later the torches bobbed past, following the track they'd been on.

The bobbing lights moved closer then away, and closer again. The voices, questioning but too quiet to make out the words, sounded near.

Crouched against the narrow stone ledge, Papa and Mama held hands. The soft touch of their energy surrounded all three of them.

The bobbing lights came closer, close enough that Mila saw the faces of those who held them. Five DeNaga men, armed with swords, axes, and clubs.

Mila shivered at the sight of the