Chapter 7:
“We will be the judge of that,” a female voice whispered on the wind.
“That ain’t cat.” Logan huddled behind the tree fell.
The others stirred, still crouched behind Sigmund.
“Whatever you do, don’t draw your weapons,” Sigmund whispered from the corner of his mouth.
“You’re not wanted here, you should leave now, while you can.” This was a male’s voice. It came on the wind like a breath of hot air.
He doubted mortal weapons would have much use against what they now faced, not that he knew what they faced.
His outstretched arms began to hurt, and Sigmund needed to see who he spoke to. “We only want to talk… we need help.”
This time the laugh came from one direction but was many voices. The invisible group sounded like a gaggle of geese, while their words and laughter inter
