Damien cried loudly and the others turned to look at him. Their eyes widened when they saw Morris standing with a blade that had blood while Damien crumbled to the ground.
Before they could ask questions, a white mist approached them, curling around them like the fingers of a ghost.
"Help me." A voice came from the mist.
This time, the voice was that of a woman. Nobody knew that voice better than Elan for it was the voice of his dead wife, Lisa.
He faltered.
"Lisa." he called out.
The other men were spooked even more. Lisa had been cremated ten years ago. What would she be doing in the forest?
Buck and a few others turned and started to run.
Elan run into the mist.
Morris tried to run but Damien grabbed a hold of his leg. His eyes were shining with vengeance and fury. If he was to die, he wanted to die with at least one of his enemies.
Buck looked back one last time, and he saw Morris falling and shouting for help.
