Lawrence’s POV

The cries became more intense.

Dozens of them, woven together in a terrifying melody, rather than simply one call.

A caution.

I firmly grasped Camilla and dragged her in. With her wide eyes darting around the dark woodland, Mira shivered in her mother's arms.

"We must relocate. Right now. I spoke in a low, anxious tone.

Camilla nodded sharply, but before we could move, there was a flurry of activity among the trees.

From the shadows came figures.

A dozen or more.

Their ...