Outside the Werewolf Continent borders, Rett and Jener appeared out of nowhere. The air was dry and heavy, and the land around them was barren, covered in cracked sand that stretched as far as the eye could see. There was no sign of life, no sound but the faint whistle of the wind.

Rett glanced around, frowning. “Where the hell are we?” he muttered under his breath.

Jener steadied himself, still catching his breath from the jump. “This isn’t the place I aimed for,” he said, voice ...