"The Ghost Clan... Is... calling..."
The words scraped out of him, shredded and foreign, as though spoken through broken glass.
"What?" The single word hammered against Jared's ribs.
Luther burst forward, his outline smearing into a black streak that knifed toward the forest's heart. The speed dwarfed anything he had ever shown.
"Wait!" Jared shot after him, worry and confusion tangling in his chest.
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