The Turquoise Tower (Revenant Wyrd Book 6) by Travis Simmons Read Free Book Online

watch over the camp and tend to dinner.” She arranged herself near the entrance of the cave and gave the spit a cursory crank, rotating the meat over the flames.
    “Alright,” Caldamron said. “Shelara, are you staying with the Guardian?”
    Angelica caught Joya’s eye roll and smirked.
    “Yes,” Shelara answered. She was lounging in the back of the cave, smoking weed from a long, delicate pipe. The smoke puffed from the end of the pipe in a green haze that smelled of soap. It was a nice scent, but Angelica had spent too many nights cooped up in camp and needed to be outside in the fresh air, stretching her legs. Also, part of her knew that if she was inside the cave, she would only panic that she couldn’t see the sky and know if a fallen was flying around above.
    “Make sure you all have your things. You need the pack you were given and the horn of powder.” Caldamron said, fastening his own gun belt around his waist.
    Angelica followed suit, slinging the belt around her waist where it hung heavily from her hips. She checked the powder and made sure the compartments were filled with the metallic balls and small squares of fabric.
    Maeven grabbed his bow and arrows as well. “If we aren’t successful with learning these contraptions, I want something I can rely on for hunting.”
    “If you aren’t successful with those contraptions you will likely scare off all the game,” Shelara commented.
    Caldamron ignored her and nodded. “Alright, are we ready?”
    They stepped out of the warm embrace of the cave and into the clear evening. It was going to be a cold one, but without any clouds Angelica was able to see the hint of light from the sun that had set moments before, bathing the sky in pink and gold relief. Overhead the moon was growing in visibility, impossibly close so high in the mountains. For a moment Angelica stood and observed the stars shimmering in the cold air, casting a light of their own into the purpling sky. From where she stood she could see the bend of the earth on the distant horizon, and she was bewyrded by the sight.
    She pulled herself from her thrall, tugged the wyrded cloak closer to her body, and fell into step behind Caldamron.
    Jovian and Maeven were leading, and though they knew what they were doing, Angelica didn’t know a thing about hunting. So she watched every move, mimicking the hushed tones they spoke in when she asked what tracks they were looking at, or what the significance of that pile of dung was.
    Jovian was quick to answer. “Do you see the shape of the track, and that imprint right between and behind them? That’s a rabbit track. Most likely that’s what we’ll find out here.”
    Angelica bent closer and brushed some snow out of the way to get a better look. It was getting darker, so they would have to find their prey soon, but if Jovian was right, this track was somewhat fresh.
    “And this, here,” he pointed to a pile of dung not far away. “These are deer droppings. See how they’re small, like pellets?”
    Angelica nodded.
    “That’s how you can tell a deer. These are old, so we probably won’t find it.”
    “Are deer rare up here?” Angelica asked as they stood.
    “I think so; this is the first sign we’ve seen that deer might be up here,” Jovian told her.
    “Jovian,” Maeven called from a short distance away. “Take a look at this.”
    Jovian and Angelica went to Maeven’s side, struggling through the deeper snow and off the trail they had been on.
    “Do you recognize this?” Maeven asked, casting a glance up at Jovian from where he crouched beside a distorted track.
    Through their link with one another Angelica could feel the tremble of fear that rippled through Jovian’s energy field. Absentmindedly Jovian reached down and rubbed his leg. It was the leg that had been injured in the hunting trip with the black shuck.
    Angelica moaned with realization. Suddenly the shadows gathering at the edge of her vision seemed much more menacing than