Cassie
Some truths aren’t told. They’re buried. And sometimes… they burn until you’re forced to dig them up.
The Red Claw Pack wasn’t on any map I’d ever seen. It took Kael, two trackers, and a day’s journey through thick woods and fading trails to get there.
No roads, no real markers. Just memory and ruin.
We arrived just before dusk. Mist curled between the crooked trees like it had grown roots in this place. The burned bones of buildings stood like ghosts, charred stone, shattered wood, and silence so loud it echoed.
I stepped carefully over collapsed beams and ash-crusted stone. “ Was home once?” I asked quietly.
Kael nodded, his gaze sweeping over the destruction. “A long time ago. Before the fire. Before the betrayal.”
The air here felt… different. Like time itself had paused
