The nocturnal air got heavy with a mixture of wet soil aroma and pine oil while the metallic odor wafted through. Blood. It wasn’t hers. Not yet.
Anita maintained controlled breaths while she slowly brushed her eyes across the surrounding darkness. A strong wind carried through the forest and created an eerie sound as the leaves danced through the darkness. But she knew better. The enemy wasn’t gone. They were waiting, watching.
Jace maintained his position near her while keeping his hold on her wrist unstable. Too weak. The unstable energy from his fox bead leaked through his chest cavity making his erratic pulses appear against his breast. A distorted space extended from them as the invisible threads seemed to loose themselves in slow motion.
This wasn’t just a battle.It was a race against time.And they were losing. Jace exhaled sharply. Their opponents stay alert because they anticipate a single error from us.