The forest was quiet, but Jade didn’t trust the silence.

Her hood was pulled low, her cloak heavy and dark. She moved carefully through the narrow path, avoiding the main roads. Even the shadows felt like they were watching her tonight.

The warlock lived far outside the Silver Moon lands, near the edge of the Blackroot Marsh — a place where most wolves refused to go. But Jade had been here before. And tonight, she came with purpose.

The trees grew thicker as she walked. The air smelled ...