They moved down the shadowed hall, J.T.’s heart growing heavier with each beat, with each step. The baying of the hounds echoed in his ears, through his thoughts, even though he could tell by the look on Rory’s face that his friend couldn’t hear them. J.T.’s stomach sank, expression tightening as he considered the possibilities—how he could hear them but his friend couldn’t.
I can speak to the dead, see the dead. Legends say the Hunt is made up of the dead.
He sucked in a ragged breath.
“Something’s coming,” a voice said softly behind them. J.T. nearly jumped out of his skin, spinning toward Leinth, who lurked behind them, her face a pale smudge in the shadows.
“Fucking hell,” he gasped. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Almost, anyway,” she said with a faint smile, one that never made it to her eyes and faded quickly from her lips. “You can sense them.”
J.T. grimaced and nodded. “Are they dead?”
“No,” she said softly. “Not really.”
With that, she ducked between the two men and hurried out toward the tent, toward the cold outdoors.
Rory stared at J.T. for a long moment. “That was weird.”
“Nothing’s weird anymore.” J.T. started to follow Leinth. Rory grabbed his arm, making him pause.
“I have to go wake Phelan and Sif,” Rory said quietly. “Do you know what’s out there?”
“Maybe,” J.T. murmured. “The Wild Hunt?”
“That’s what Thom said.”
“Then it’s the Wild Hunt.” J.T. barely managed to suppress his shudder. “Fuck me sideways.”
“I’m hoping that’s not what they’re coming here to do.” Rory made no effort to stop his shiver. “Phelan going to be okay to fight?”
“That’s a question for him, not me. Cross your fingers we can talk our way out of this.”
“Do you actually think that’s likely?”
This time, J.T. did shudder. “No. No, I don’t.”
Dang ghost would give me a heart attack too. This is a big build up,,,, getting close.
Thanks again for the story and the ability to make me freak out. LOL