DRAKE
I had just lifted him, ready to give both of us what we had been craving, when I heard the sound. It wasn't near, but my ears picked it up. I put him down, frowning as I looked towards the window.
“What's wrong?” Palt demanded, not sounding happy at all.
I placed my index finger on his lips before he could speak again, shaking my head as I listened.
Silence.
For a second there, I assumed I had imagined the sound, and would have apologised for breaking through what we had, when I heard it again.
This time, it sounded louder.
“Someone is coming our way,” I said, my gaze still at the window, trying to make out movement from the Forest.
The carriage still rolled through the road, the guards not aware of the danger lurking around. My ears picked up footsteps, the crunching of leaves under their feet as they walked towards us.
Palt stilled.
“Who's that? An ally?” His voice was soft, a little above a whisper.
I shook my head. "I doubt it."
