Even though the woodland was quiet, it felt perilous.

Now, miles from the Trade Route, Kael and I were rushing through the woods on pure instinct, avoiding any path that may draw the scent of a Shadow Guard.

The boy's little body felt weighty and warm on my chest as I held him close.

He was remarkably silent, as if he recognized the great danger he posed.

Kael stopped abruptly and raised a hand. Without delay, we crouched behind a rock.

With narrowed eyes, Kael muttered, "I smell smoke." ...