They had gotten even more quiet as they moved deeper through the forest. Apparently, Sophia and her wolf, Nyx, were also masters of stealth. Their steps made no sound, and even the rustling of leaves seemed to pause for them.
To Izikel, it almost felt like he was floating through the air, carried gently on the back of the great wolf. Nyx's movements were so smooth and calculated that Izikel could barely feel the ground slipping by beneath them.
But he also noticed something else—they were slower now. Much slower. Every step was deliberate, each one placed with precision. Sophia wasn't taking any chances. She didn't speak, and she hardly even turned her head as she led them, her eyes scanning the trees for danger.
