Charles
The gravel crunched as we slowed and drifted between the warehouses toward the open area. The warehouse stood looking more like a ruin than anything that was still being used. Behind it, the house, which once served as a ticket booth to the preserve, now stood deserted, its windows and doors silent, yet there was a foreboding in the air that set us on edge as we ventured further into the forest.
I could feel it in my bones, the unease that came with the stench of blood. We stopped the jeep a few feet from the entrance of the preserve near the black car that had pulled in front of City Hall and took Eason.
"Be on your guard. Remember, the priority is finding Eason." I checked my gear. "Seraphina thinks that the ritual that's being used requires a bit more involvement than ju
