Wesley perked, listening, and when he heard the little girl's voice, or what he thought was the little girl, he crept toward it. There was so much fear in this place. So much fear and he smelled the hint of blood. The human part of Wess' brain processed that the blood and the voice weren't in the same place. But wasn't the little girl the one bleeding?
The Wendigo ended up directly behind Vince, crouched so as not to be seen by the women. He didn't notice Vince was there, not with the invisibility spell and Wess' muted senses. He held his breath and continued to listen.
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