The Grimm Society by Chanda Hahn

Author:Chanda Hahn [Hahn, Chanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chanda Hahn
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

The rain wasn’t letting up. Corvis was nowhere near. She kept mentally calling for him, and Ian explained ravens couldn’t fly in heavy rain.

Everly followed behind Ian as they worked their way down the side of the bluff, following in his exact steps.

He held up his hand to signal a stop. “Make sure you only step where I step; it is imperative when hunting not to show how many grievers—” He turned around to correct her footing to find that she hadn’t left a second set of tracks. “Never mind. Carry on.”

Everly saw his nod of approval and knew she had done one thing right, but she couldn’t let him or Maddie down. Ian picked up his pace, and Everly kept up with him. It was almost impossible to see where they were going or what exactly he was tracking.

He swore under his breath as he scanned the darkness.

“What now?” Everly came up beside him.

“I don’t know. The trail ends here. It could be any level three. Water type would have dragged her into the river. If that’s the case, there’s no hope of finding her.”

“What type of trail are you following?” she asked.

Ian refused to answer.

Ian kept scanning the riverbank. He walked up and down the embankments looking for clues, but she could feel his inner frustration. Just then, the rain began to let up, and Everly saw a dark shape fly to a nearby tree.

“Corvis,” Everly called out. “Help!”

“Across the river to the south,” he said. “Movement. Lots of breaking of branches and noise by the giant sycamore.”

She searched until she saw the tree. “There.” Everly pointed and immediately stepped into the river, trying to cross at the shallowest point.

Ian followed further upstream, and he joined her when she made it to the other bank. “Can your raven show the way?”

“He can.”

Corvis flew low, tree to tree, leading them and stopping as they ran to catch up. Then they came to a small clearing of short grass and clover. The rain had died, and the clouds no longer hid the moon’s soft glow.

“Watch your step,” Ian warned, pointing to the ground and the small white mushrooms growing in a circle. “Never step in a fairy ring, or you can become trapped. This tells me we are dealing with a very clever little level one.”

“I thought you said it was a level three?”

“It still could be.”

Ian stepped into the clearing, carefully avoiding the circle of mushrooms. He held his knife in front of him and walked into the moonlight. Like a dancer, he stayed limber, his blade in front of his face, his left arm held out to block an attack. Everly held back, waited behind a tree, and watched in awe as Ian turned in a circle, keeping his eyes on the shadows.

Everly felt her breath catch in her throat. It was like reliving a page out of her father’s journal. He was a true griever in action, and she felt excited.

“What do you see?” she asked.

“Trouble.”

A

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