They moved down the shadowed hall, J.T.\u2019s heart growing heavier with each beat, with each step.\u00a0 The baying of the hounds echoed in his ears, through his thoughts, even though he could tell by the look on Rory\u2019s face that his friend couldn\u2019t hear them.\u00a0 J.T.\u2019s stomach sank, expression tightening as he considered the possibilities\u2014how he could hear them but his friend couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
I can speak to the dead, see the dead.\u00a0 Legends say the Hunt is made up of the dead.<\/em><\/p>\n He sucked in a ragged breath.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething\u2019s coming,\u201d a voice said softly behind them.\u00a0 J.T. nearly jumped out of his skin, spinning toward Leinth, who lurked behind them, her face a pale smudge in the shadows.<\/p>\n \u201cFucking hell,\u201d he gasped.\u00a0 \u201cYou scared the shit out of me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAlmost, anyway,\u201d she said with a faint smile, one that never made it to her eyes and faded quickly from her lips.\u00a0 \u201cYou can sense them.\u201d<\/p>\n J.T. grimaced and nodded.\u00a0 \u201cAre they dead?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d she said softly.\u00a0 \u201cNot really.\u201d<\/p>\n With that, she ducked between the two men and hurried out toward the tent, toward the cold outdoors.<\/p>\n Rory stared at J.T. for a long moment.\u00a0 \u201cThat was weird.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothing\u2019s weird anymore.\u201d\u00a0 J.T. started to follow Leinth.\u00a0 Rory grabbed his arm, making him pause.<\/p>\n \u201cI have to go wake Phelan and Sif,\u201d Rory said quietly.\u00a0 \u201cDo you know what\u2019s out there?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe,\u201d J.T. murmured.\u00a0 \u201cThe Wild Hunt?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s what Thom said.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen it\u2019s the Wild Hunt.\u201d\u00a0 J.T. barely managed to suppress his shudder.\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cFuck me sideways.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m hoping that\u2019s not what they\u2019re coming here to do.\u201d\u00a0 Rory made no effort to stop his shiver.\u00a0 \u201cPhelan going to be okay to fight?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a question for him, not me.\u00a0 Cross your fingers we can talk our way out of this.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo you actually think that\u2019s likely?\u201d<\/p>\n This time, J.T. did<\/em> shudder.\u00a0 \u201cNo.\u00a0 No, I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" They moved down the shadowed hall, J.T.\u2019s heart growing heavier with each beat, with each step.\u00a0 The baying of the hounds echoed in his ears, through his thoughts, even though he could tell by the look on Rory\u2019s face that … Continue reading