FAO
We reached the ranch at dawn.
The road wound up into the mountains, through dense pine forest that reminded me painfully of the woods around Elowen's cabin. But these woods were different — I could smell wolves everywhere. Territory markers. Pack scent. Home, something in my chest whispered, even though I'd never been here before.
The walls came first.
They rose out of the forest like they'd grown there — stone and timber, thirty feet high, covered in moss and creeping vines where the trees pressed close. You could almost miss them if you weren't looking. Almost believe they were just another ridge in the mountain landscape.
But we were looking. And the walls went on for miles.
"The entire mountain is enclosed," Corvin said from the front seat, noting my expression. "Fourteen tho
