Luna frowned the moment she heard the voice echoing from the treehouse.
"That doesn't sound like my father." She said quietly, her brows knitting together. "And it doesn't sound like the younger elf he brought with him either."
Lulu tilted her head, confusion written all over her face. "Then who is it?" She asked. "Didn't all the male elves leave already? Other than Father and that one guy?"
Before Luna could answer, Luca spoke calmly, already moving forward.
"We won't know unless we check."
The three of them hurried up the wooden stairs spiraling around the massive tree. The steps creaked beneath their feet as they circled upward, the leaves rustling softly around them.
And when Luca reached the platform the house was built on and pushed open the door of the house, they weren't greeted by voices or movement—but by smoke instead.
Thick, acrid smoke poured out of the house, carrying with it a sharp, pungent scent that stung the nose and made the eyes water.
