HARPER'S POV
I push the hood of my jacket lower as I walk up to the outpost gate, my heart thumping louder than I like. My breath feels loud, too. I remind myself to breathe normally.
"No one knows me here," I mutter to myself. "I am not in Silver Moon territory now."
No, this place is grey, rogues, exiles, information brokers. If anyone trusts anyone here, it is by luck, not by bond.
A place where you can't afford to let down your guard
Just as I make my way to walk through the gates, a guard with one scarred eye blocks my path. He's leaning on a rusted railing. Still, he stands straight. "Who are you looking for, boy?"
I force out a calm voice. "A big wolf. One eye is darker than the other. Wears a ring."
He narrows his good eye. Doesn't smile. "You hunting or lost
