Rain moved like a shadow through the forest. His legs burned, but he pushed harder. The ground blurred beneath him. He was faster than any horse, faster than most wolves.

Val had sent him to find Lira, the old rogue healer. Issa's life hung by a thread, and Rain carried that heavy truth with him in every pounding step.

His mind raced to Issa, still and pale on the bed. And then to the hidden poison. The dead physician. Who would have known that it was Boreas if not Val, of course.

This whole ...