Chapter 29

The archer's boots skidded over slick loam and rotting leaves, his breath hitching in ragged, desperate gasps. Behind him, the forest was a wall of shifting shadows and the rhythmic, terrifying hum of something slicing through the air. He didn't look back. He couldn't. Every time he had glanced over his shoulder during the last ten minutes, the distance between him and the boy had shrunk, despite the archer's agility and the frantic speed of his retreat. Wind whistled past his ears, carrying...