Chapter 38 The Source

• The horn's blare faded into the rustling of leaves and the pounding of our own feet. We ran into the woods, a chaotic mix of women sprinting after the elusive silver flash that was the wolf spirit. It was confusing. One moment it was there, a fleeting glimpse of shimmering light, the next it was gone, vanished into the dense foliage as if it was swallowed by something else. Are we catching two sprites?
• "What in the world is that thing?" someone gasped, her voice breathless together with growing frustration.
• "I don't know," another replied, her tone frustrated as well. "It's like it disappears into thin air! Is it even real?”