Chapter 81

• We were a day away from the Ironclaw pack. The forest had begun to shift around us—denser pines, thicker air. The paths grew quieter, the land heavier with energy. I could feel it in my bones, like something ancient was watching us.
• The shaman pulled on his reins and raised a hand. "Here," he said.
• I looked around. A wide, open field stretched in every direction, encircled by towering trees. The grass was golden under the fading sunlight, with enough space for a battalion to camp—or one confused werewolf - hunter to find herself.