Chapter 61 Bloodcall
- [TEO - Knox’s Wolf]
- The ground flies beneath him.
- Dirt breaks and scatters under his paws. Wind unfurls against his fur, cold and sharp, carrying the layered smells of the forest—old bark, damp leaves, something frightened, something wrong. Every sound reaches him at once: the snap of twigs, the flutter of startled birds, the distant rush of water.