INTO THE FOURTH TERRITORY
The fourth territory had no name on any current map.
Caius had an old map, hand-drawn, the paper soft with handling, the kind of document that had been consulted so many times it had developed its own topography of folds. He spread it on the back of the vehicle in the last light of the afternoon and pointed to a blank section in the northern highlands that every modern map simply skipped over.
Not wilderness. Not empty.
Edited out.
"The Draeven pack," he said. "That is their name. They withdrew from the treaty network in 1891 when your great-grandmother's convergence would have included them. They have been operating in this territory independently ever since."
"What are they?" I said. Not as a challenge. As a genuine question.
"Old," said Caius. "That is
