Ryan

The silver wolf vanished like smoke. Swallowed whole by the night, he left behind a thick scent of citronella—enough to choke a grizzly. He must've used it to mask his scent. Didn't matter, I'd find out what he was doing on my land eventually. At the moment, I couldn't distinguish his aroma from the stink of damp earth, rotting leaves, and the blood pooling from the wounded Wolfsong soldier.

I stood over Lyra's attacker, crimson leaking from his wounds and ...