In My Past (Part 3)
"Stay…" A boy whispered, motioning with a twist of his hand as a group of people huddled amid trees behind him.
Faint winds swirled around him, keeping his scent hidden while he stood nearby a road. The rest of the people were stationed farther away, beyond the range of primary detection means.
The boy wore a hard leather jacket that extended into a hood, covering his entirety, save for the eyes that darted about, observing the place keenly.
His ears pricked as he picked up the sounds of the hooves of horses slamming rhythmically onto the beaten path, approaching in their direction. He raised his hand as the group tensed up in response, awaiting patiently as he watched the approach of the carriage, clenching his hand suddenly.
Boom!