Chapter 8Only a fool slept in the deep forest without any light, and Jack knew better than most what could and did, lurk in the dark places. He’d just spent the last few days with some of those very creatures. He had light though, and most had a hard time tryin’ to overcome him. Not with his wards tight around his measly camp.
A tickle at the edge of his senses disturbed his sleep, however, the feeling at the back of his neck and in his fingers. A familiar presence, someone he knew, ached for. One that had no business this deep in the woods at the wrong side of dusk.
Jack’s eyes snapped open the instant Mason crossed his lines in the dirt. Gilded in the firelight, he was a sight for sore eyes, a balm to the exhaustion the last few days had instilled in Jack’s body. His vision blurred, Ma
