Chapter 15

• Myra POV
• I’ve been to a lot of places in my life — some decent, some awful, some where the locals tried to sell me “wolf-safe” perfume that smelled like fermented onions — but nothing prepares you for actually reaching the border of the Nightfang Clan.
• It looks like the kind of place where fairy tales warn children not to wander into. Tall pines. Cold mist. Shadows that move even when the wind doesn’t. The only thing missing is a sign that says Turn Around, Idiot.