Bloodmoon Rising
We ran.
But not away from it. That’s what threw me, Rhydian said, “Run,” grabbed my arm, and off we went, but we didn’t head for the Greycliff boundary, didn’t dash south into the wild forest, didn’t escape in any direction at all. We ran parallel to the line, eastward, racing through old-growth trees at a speed that said we weren’t looking for distance, but for the perfect position.
I got it without anyone spelling it out. Whatever that light was, whatever that sound had been, our instinct to just run away wouldn’t have helped. You don’t bolt from something you don’t understand, move sideways until you can actually see it, then figure it out.
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