KOL
Rule number one: Do not make unnecessary noise.
"Elyse?!" Eric shouted, his voice booming through the trees. "If you can hear us, say something!"
My jaw clenched tight as I glared at him. He was spinning around like a dog with its tail on fire, desperate and reckless.
He opened his mouth to shout again, but Elliott was faster — locking him in a headlock and clamping a hand firmly over his mouth.
"Idiot!" Eric grunted, struggling against the hold, muscles straining.
I marched forward, stepping right in front of them. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I whisper-yelled, my eyes darting.
There was a reason that the first rule existed.
This place wasn't just home to the Hollow Hound. It was crawling with things that reacted to sound — creatures that hunted by vibration, by echo, by the smallest break in silence.
The Goddess forbid one of them was already tracking us because this brainless idiot couldn't keep his mouth shut.
We had barely made it halfway into the forest.
