[ Old World - Greater woods…continued ]
A prickle started at the base of Autumn's neck…the same cold twist of dread she had felt in those half remembered nightmares, the ones that always ended with a scream she never heard herself make.
"I know this feeling," she whispered. "It's just like those dreams... Kieran, I…"
Kieran grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close, his grip tightening. " Autumn, don't talk… stay close. I don't like the feeling of it… "
Autumn nodded, pressing herself against his side, her heart drumming too loud.
But they couldn't spot anything…couldn't understand what was happening…it seemed like it pressed in from all sides, shifting like breath.
Another low hum echoed around them…barely audible, like the distant vibration of a cello's string…it pulsed through the mist… and pressed around their bodies.
Autumn's breath hitched.
