Hintherland stretched before them, a realm of fallen grandeur. Ancient ruins stood sentinel, their weathered stones wrapped in nature's embrace of twisted vines and velvet moss. Yet even in decay, the forgotten kingdom held an otherworldly splendor, as though it slumbered, awaiting its awakening.
"Welcome to Hintherland, my dear," a rich, familiar voice answered her unspoken question. "This is the realm between worlds, where the veil between mortal and supernatural is at its thinnest."
Brenda spun toward the familiar voice, her heart thundering against her ribs. Where moments ago stood her wolf companion, now towered Malcolm Ravenswood in all his commanding glory, more regal and powerful than she had ever seen him. His steel-grey eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, and his presence
