Rowan's whole body went still, and he pensively asked "What is it?"

The poor kid, barely more than a teenager, looked from Rowan to me, then back again, clearly unsure whether he should be revealing secrets in front of the strange, half-dead Luna, but Rowan's sharp nod snapped him into motion anyway.

"They've found… markings burned into the trees along the river. We don't know what they mean or how they got there."

"How many?" Rowan asked. "How deep into our territory?"

"Dozens, Alpha. ...