Chapter 7:
On the surface, the snow blanketed the woods. The only sound the night made was the hush of the snow falling. It was peaceful.
The bat made of twine disappeared into the night. Kennedy half-expected her covenmates to have returned by now, but it looked like she was alone on this adventure.
She knew the direction Tom had headed; she should be able to pick up his trail on the sidewalk. With no clue of his intended destination and the snow working hard to cover his tracks, she needed to hurry.
Never a trusting person, she cast a concealment spell to hide her passage through the snow-covered forest and took off. The silence of the woods didn’t surprise her, she had been in a whiteout before. The fresh snow made everything smell the way it looked: clean. It would be near impossib
