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Chapter 3.

Aaliyah’s PoV

The Wingfeathers froze when I said “Fangs.” I didn’t blame them. I hadn’t mingled with fangs much, as they, like everyone else it seems, were terrified of the Blackwood. My time was mostly taken up with the wild animals that roamed here. I motioned for them to be quiet, closed my eyes, and listened. I could hear voices, though to soft for me to make out the words. I could also hear the sound of crunching twigs. I reopened my eyes and looked at the Wingfeathers, Sara Cobbler, and Mr. Reteep, who were waiting with baited breath.

“They’re close,” Aaliyah whispered. “We need to get out of here.”

She may have been suspicious of these people, but she had no qualms about getting them out of here.

“Come on,” she whispered, motioning to the trees. “Get over there.” She hurried quietly around the clearing, putting out the fire, and grabbing her belongings.

Artham paused and looked at her. “What about you?” He asked. Aaliyah tried to smile at him. “I’ll be fine.” He gave her a skeptical look.

“I can defend myself.” Aaliyah said to Artham. “Just go!”

With an even more skeptical look, he vanished into the trees, and Aaliyah stuffed the last thing into it’s place. Then she heard the fangs get closer and she scrambled up the nearest tree, praying under her breath that it wouldn’t collapse.