“How did
you get here?” I asked her as panic flooded through me, looking for
a safe place and the wolf at the same time.
“Relax,”
she said, “It's only me right now.”
I kept my
guard up and kept moving in and out of trees and plants. “How did
you follow me. There aren't many agents that can even enter the
Weave, never mind navigate.”
“There
aren't many agents like me,” she replied with a smile. “Look
Fisher, we can't give you what you want, but we can offer you another
opt...”
Before she
could finish, I was gone. My place was compromised now, so I put it
out of my mind, knowing that as I forget it, it'll slowly dissolve
into unformed Weave slosh.
I step into
a darkened warehouse, looking for a thread I can ride.
