POV: Lucian
The southern marshes smell like rot and stagnant water. Lucian picks his way through twisted trees and murky pools, following directions Millie gave him reluctantly. The loyal friend tried to talk Lucian out of this journey, but he refused to listen.
Jasper Drevyn lives somewhere in this swamp. Exiled. Broken. Forgotten by most wolves.
But not by Lucian. Never by Lucian.
The man's blood runs through Lucian's veins whether either of them wants it or not. And right now, Lucian needs answers only Jasper can provide.
Mist clings to everything. Visibility drops to barely twenty feet. Lucian's wolf senses the wrongness of this place. No birds sing. No insects buzz. Just silence and the occasional splash of something moving through dark water.
Silverfen, the maps call this regio
