Chapter 85 Silver Wolves Hunt Begin Again

• Bobby's fingers tightened on her reins as she studied the jagged peaks ahead. The mountains looked wrong somehow, their familiar silhouettes twisted by shadows that shouldn't exist in the growing dawn light. She urged her mount forward, setting the pace for their small party of riders.
• "Something's changed up there." Nixon guided his horse closer; his weathered face creased with concern. "The advance scouts report clear paths, but..." He gestured toward the peaks where tendrils of unnatural mist clung to the stone.
• "I feel it too." Bobby's hand drifted to her stomach, where new life stirred beneath layers of leather and mail. The child growing within her seemed to respond to the wrongness ahead, a flutter of movement that reminded her how much she now had to protect.