~Following My Instinct~

ELRICH

The forest was silent except for the crunch of leaves under our boots and the steady breathing of the hounds as we followed Calista into the woods.

I’d been tracking her for hours, following that same pull I’d felt the last few nights. She was too smart. She covered her tracks well, doubled back often, even masked her trail with herbs. But no matter what she did, she couldn’t erase her scent completely. The hounds picked it up again when we reached the ...