A Time for Strength
“Nothing beats summer in Montana except maybe spring in the Coven’s realm.”
“Did you hear that?” Ghost gasps, suddenly at attention.
“Huh? Hear what?” I shorten my stride and look around.
“A warbler.”
“Okay… and?”
“They leave after the mating season.” He paces, making me feel anxious.
“So they should be gone… Alright, chill, bro. Let me listen.” I squint and focus on sounds beyond people bustling in and out of the shops.
It’s faint, but distinct. It’s so far away, I can’t pinpoint which direction it’s coming from. There is what Ghost is talking about. Two extra low notes at the end of the bird’s song. I stop grab Marco’s forearm.
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