Chapter 4 - chapter 3: the forest of death

So this is why his father never let him go to the forest behind the field. Skeletons of maidens and animals lay on the sides of the cleared out area of the trail that cut through the woods. Direwolfs. This was the work of direwolfs. Hollow covers his mouth, the teeth of his skull mask bumping into his palm. They needed to get through here and fast. A cold howl cuts through them like a knives, gooseflesh spreading across the boys like wildfire. Help, he wanted to scream. Come get me, he'll say. But he can't. They've come too far and the noise will only further attract the beasts. Faizures heartbeat drums in his ears as they keep walking, not daring to look back. Wild berry bushes surround the trail, their sweet smell filling his nose.