The wind whips past their ears as they move stealthily through the night. Arriving at the snake tribe, all was quiet. Apart from those on patrol, no other soul was seen in the camp. Their senses were taut, their muscles tense, waiting for the slightest hint of danger.
They made their way to the back of the camp, where they saw a large tent. Much larger than the one they were in before
Visha and Xeno stopped near the entrance, listening. They could hear the shuffling inside—the sound of whispered voices. They stood still, breathing so shallow that it was almost nonexistent.
The voices drifted through the flap in the tent.
"...already left with him," the voice said. "Your supposed mates didn't even notice the change. Now, all you need to do is stay here with me. I'm just too bad the process won't be painless, but at least you'll be part of the tribe again."
It was the voice of a female. They knew who she was talking to. Uri.
