It made no sense. Antlers had punctured him.
A branch snapped. My head jerked.
From between ancient oaks, ferns, and mist, I spotted a man in gray robes.
But it was more than a man. Antlers sprouted from his skull.
My heart galloped. “Cernunnos.” I slid on slick leaves and fell.
“My land,” Cernunnos boomed. His shadow grew over me, horns stretching far and wide.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stammered.
His mouth twisted. “Mine.”