By the third day, the forest began to feel like an enemy.
Arthur stood at the same eastern boundary where Silver’s scent had vanished, staring at a stretch of trees that looked ordinary enough to fool anyone who didn’t know better.
But everyone here knew, behind that quiet wall of bark and moonlight, the world bent, and Silver was trapped somewhere inside it.
Hollowmoon had established a temporary command circle near the ridge. Warriors from both packs rotated through patrols and scans, while the elders worked with Matt and Rowan to study the distortion points Arthur had first noticed.
Three days, three long, grinding days, and they had made no progress.
Arthur exhaled slowly and dragged a hand across the back of his neck.
Behind him, Rowan knelt beside a series of markings etched in
