King Samuel had to meet the shifters of the forest. It was part of the plan. It was why he was king in the first place, long before his desired time.
His first meeting was with the People of Nowhere.
“Does anyone of you know who has been abducting villagers?” the young king asked.
“Why should we tell you?” the scruffy-looking man named Julian said. He did not look much older than Samuel, but his rough life in the woods had taken a toll on him. His nails were long and red on the edges as if he had to scrape at things. He was a werewolf.
The Nowhere pack was a ragtag group of cursed humans. Their ancestors were victims of Erishkigal’s pettiness. They were given some things that they never asked for. Then, the witch simply punished them in return. Their population had continued to expl
