Night and day seemed to stretch longer than they should have as Zander followed the spell he had placed on Rett, tracking him effortlessly wherever he went.

Dark clouds smothered the sky above the ravine where Cain and Rett had built their hideout, a jagged nest of stone and shadow carved into the mountainside. The low hum of ancient magic pulsed through the air, thick and oppressive, as if the mountain itself was holding its breath.

Zander stood at the mouth of the cavern, his cloak ...