Malcolm's grim silence spoke volumes. His piercing azure gaze raked over the treacherous landscape.
Round about them, twisted trees rose from the sodden earth like the hands of fallen warriors, their bark stripped away until they gleamed with the pallor of old bones. Sickly fungal growths clung to their bare branches in grotesque mockery of leaves.
As the brothers pressed on, Tristan could not help feeling the weight of the Alpha's words. To find themselves enmeshed in a Vrykolakas outbreak was dire enough...but if Brenda had blundered into the very heart of this unholy infestation?
His mind shied away from the possibilities. Yet with each pawstep that bore them deeper into the blighted vale's miasmic depths, a creeping dread took root within him - as if they marched inexorably towards
