Marisol leaves the library armed with two maps and, fueled by the day’s success, she decides to try another shot at her exploration of the Redwood Pack, a conscious decision to also steer her focus from thoughts of the haunting place in her dreams.

As she strolls through the pack grounds, a sense of being watched urges her to maintain a façade of calm, at least until she senses the tension has eased. However, a disconcerting scent soon reaches her nostrils, a potent mix of stale blood that ...