Page 24 of Fortune Fae Academy
Hours?
Days?
Years?
I wasn’t sure. At the moment, I didn’t care.
The threads finally dissipated and I inhaled the crisp night air of our destination. The scent of pine and ancient oak made me relax.
Home.
The place my heart called home could change in an instant, but for now, home was the soft soil under my feet and the whisper of night sounds of the Human Realm.
Taking my Alphas by their hands, I led them onto the creaking steps.
We had work to do.
It was time to transform this little cabin into a Nest.
Frustration woundaround my gut as I walked down yet another path through the Web.
“Damn it all,” I cursed. My voice echoed eerily through the stands and sent them vibrating.
I had been wandering the Web for hours, searching for the end to this damn strand.
My grip remained tight on it as I looped it around my waist. The loop moved with me as I walked.
Tunneling wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t sure if I was actually Tunneling at all.
Normally, the spell sent one’s body “falling” through the Web, but I’d accidentally linked myself to a strand of time tied to the past.
Fortune Fae didn’t typically travel backward.
“I’m definitely lost,” I lamented in an angry whisper.
The strands of time didn’t go from one location to the next. They branched out like the spreading limbs of a tree, and I’d gone down a thousand different routes trying to find the root of the timeline I was currently following.
There was a moment in time that had powered the Fortune Card. And that moment had something to do with Gina.
It was a piece of her puzzle and one she needed to be reunited with.
If I could fucking find it.
The threads of time seemed alive, something I’d never noticed before. Or perhaps the Web had changed after all the shit that had been going down.
The strands of the Web pulsed with energy and writhed against each other like an irritated beast. The force sent me stumbling as more strands shifted beneath my feet.
Even with my heightened awareness and expenditure of Dust, it was impossible to keep track of them all.
Which was why I’d wrapped myself with the main strand tied to Gina’s past.
“Come on. Think,” I told myself as I paused and surveyed the sea of strands that rose and fell with an invisible tide.
Zeke had tried to teach me how to walk the Web, but I had never been a good listener.
Now my body burned as if it roared with an inferno on the inside, hissing against the water and mist on the outside. Being in the Elemental Fae Kingdom of Water wasn’t making any of this easier.
My problem was that Zeke had always said to rely on my instincts. That advice had never made sense to me. My instincts told me to set the Web on fire, although I wouldn’t ever admit that to anyone.
