AXEL
A cold breeze stirs past us, sending a chill skittering over my skin. Silver Creek. That's what Miles called these cliffs.
But the name feels foreboding on my lips as my mind peels back to the mention of these grounds from yesterday. Dreadborn, The Lycan of Silver Creek.
We're in the home of the golden-eyed wolf.
Rakim and Miles move towards the jungle by the edge, and I stride to meet Shane by the mouth of the cliff where he stands. We both watch in silence as the waves tousle loudly, crashing onto the rocks below. High-pitched cries sound above us, and when I glance up, a flight of mountain eagles are soaring in a circle in the clouds above.
“Here,” Shane says, offering me a pebble. He takes one glance at the water below, then nods. “Go for it.”
Tossing the pebble into th
