CHAPTER NINE
I wouldn’t say I regretted my choice, but I did wish the day would have been more cooperative. Tegan led me through the small village and onto a wide path that sloped downward.
I sidled up to him. “So what’s this marsh like?”
“The Scath Marshes cover some five hundred acres and are a dense mess of murky water and trees,” he explained to me with a grim expression on his face. “The werewolves have crafted paths through them, but it’s still very easy to get lost because of the moss.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Moss?”
“Heavy curtains of the stuff hang from the branches of the tree and hide much of the trail and the pools. As Burke also mentioned, the stench from the standing water makes even the sensitive noses of the werewolves completely useless.”
My heart fell. “So we’re
