Return to Thunderstrike
Darach, Blaise, and I left for Thunderstrike immediately, following Milo's strict instructions out of there. Apparently, Hornstead was a maze on its own; it was really dumb luck that we stumbled upon Elder Olive, who used to be from Hornstead. Otherwise, we would have driven around Hornstead in circles with no way to enter.
Fae blood was fearsome indeed. The fact that they could raise animals on their land without these animals bolting for the heels was proof enough that this pack was not normal.
"Guess it was a good thing I crashed my car then," Darach mused, trying to be positive about things. He was very reluctant to leave Hornstead since he had spent the past few days eagerly helping them tend to the land. He couldn't herd the animals, but he had a good eye for plants and produce.