Chapter 20

• Backtracking for the third time, Calum stopped and looked around. He hadn’t run over any waterbeds or stone, so he hadn’t come in this direction. Normally, picking up trails was his thing, just not today it seemed. If he hadn’t been running to escape, he may have stopped and looked around. The only reason he knew he hadn’t been here was he’d run over everything in his bare, human feet and would have remembered this.
• Closing his eyes, he tried to recall what he’d heard. That, he had been paying attention to, listening for someone following him, sounds of nature around him—like echoes, so he didn’t run off a cliff—he exhaled slowly and tried to remember. That didn’t work, he had nothing.
• Opening his eyes, he looked around again, he thought maybe he’d been running East, because he’d had to turn when the sunlight in his eyes obscured his sight, so he could make sure he had a clear path in front of him. Turning again, he found his bearings and started in a new direction.