The Sentinels but the well is dry

Sam had not expected a forest. Walking through a forest was fine – perhaps an overnight stay. But you couldn't just set up camp in the woods like you owned the place, and this is exactly what the members of the Viridian Sactum had done.

Solenya and her crew had their own beliefs, and because he was grateful, Sam had strangled his horror when none of those included appeasing the Huldra. Sam was a boy of many mistresses, all of them cruel,  but this one was an ageless forest monster that would flay them all in their sleep if he did not do something – fast.

The Ghost was easy to track down.

She had been 'off' since they had crossed into the sanctum, hanging out by herself and refusing to interact with the wolves that were their ticket to a solid meal. Sam made a begrudging note to ask her if she wanted to talk, but now was now the moment for feelings and nonsense. Time was of the essence.

"Ghost," Sam whispered urgently at the bundle of wolf on the forest floor, skidding to a halt in the dense leaf litter. "We need to find the heart tree and make an offering to the forest Huldra or we're totally toast. Quickly!"