When Alexa stepped off the ship, her first thought was that she would be killed instantly by the Werebeasts. She imagined them waiting on the shore, ready to transform into their beast forms and devour her.

But what welcomed them was an empty shoreline.

The sun had not risen yet, and the morning breeze was chilly. She pulled her cloak tighter around her body, hugging her small bag to her chest.

When she was attacked by the witches, her baggage was left in the forest, but ...