Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

much more abundant, as often happened in less-traveled areas.

    â€œIt does not appear they came this way,― he cautioned.
    â€œThe webs are intact.―
    The hunters halted, maintaining at least a five-foot distance between one another. They inspected the numerous spiderwebs that stretched from tree to tree. Sparkling like diamonds from the ice crystals coating the intricate strands, the webs actually draped over many of the trees and stretched between them in labyrinths of artfully connected roadways.
    They had seen the ice spiders’ elaborate webs before, mostly in caves deep beneath the ground, but once in a while they were treated to the rare sight during a prolonged cold winter.
    â€œThese webs have been undisturbed for many weeks,―
    Andre added, stepping close to one of the larger ones to study the insects trapped there. Even a few hapless lizards and birds had been snared by the strong webs. “I doubt they passed this way.―
    â€œPerhaps as mist?― Mataias suggested. “They might have slipped through.―
    â€œNot an ice spiderweb,― Lojos objected. “Everyone knows you cannot simply slip through.―
    â€œIce spiders are small, but ferocious,― Tomas reminded.
    â€œIf you stumble upon a colony in the caves you had better fear for your life. This looks like a colony.―

    â€œWithout a doubt,― Nicolae agreed. “If we go into the middle of that, we had better be prepared to burn them out.
    Even with everything wet, we could destroy this forest.―
    Vikirnoff glanced uneasily at Gregori. The healer made no suggestions, he simply stood off to the side and watched them puzzling out the trail. There was no expression on his face, no indication of what he might be thinking.
    â€œWatch out for an ambush,― Nicolae cautioned, “but look around. They had to have come through here. If they found a passage, so can we.―
    â€œDo not disturb the webs,― Vikirnoff cautioned as the hunters began to cast for signs.
    The blood spoor was faint, and Vikirnoff was certain the couple had come through the ice spiders’ territory. The webs appeared to encompass several miles of forest, a thick barrier stretching like fences through the trees. If the couple had skirted around rather than going through the colony, it would have taken them much longer, and the blood scent didn’t lead that way. To avoid trouble with the dangerous and very aggressive spiders, they would have had to find a way to go through the area without tearing the webs. The spoor was so faint already, he was afraid if they chose the longer route, they’d lose the couple altogether.

    â€œI believe I’ve figured out what they’ve done.―
    Lojos said. “They had to have repaired all damage to the webs as they passed through. If they could weave quickly enough and keep each web intact enough not to rouse the ire of the spiders, they might have made it through without a battle.―
    Tariq nodded. “That is the only logical explanation. Spread out. No one is good enough to repair an ice spider’s web exactly as the spider weaves it. They will have left signs.―
    Vikirnoff sent an elated look toward Gregori, who merely shrugged, which irritated the hunter even more. The seven ancients spread out through the trees, stepping close to the webs, almost pressing their noses against them in an attempt to find any signs of ragged edges where the crystals clung to the silken strands.
    Vikirnoff glanced at Nicolae, his frown deepening. “I do not see anything here, but no one passes through the heart of ice spiderwebs. They can go on for miles and it would be far too perilous. Not only is it too dangerous, the caution they would have taken would certainly have slowed them down.―
    Looking at his brother, he moved from the outer trees toward the center of the forest. He took a step and his foot sunk about four inches into the snow in spite of making his body light. At once silken strands whipped up and around him, enclosing him in a net that sprang from the ground high into the air, the web tight, without the tiny holes allowing vapor to pass through.
    Vikirnoff struggled, but as with all ice spider traps, the web tightened the more he struggled, rolling him until he was trussed up like a turkey. He forced himself to go still, fury eating at his usual calm. He