*Weeping Valley*
The fog was beginning to lift.
It moved slowly from the glyph-marked earth, revealing the damage left behind. Everyone's faces still reeled from the sudden revelation.
Crystal stood near the edge of the cliff, watching the way the sun shined through the mist. Her shoulders ached. The mark beneath her skin had stopped burning but she still felt it.
Hurried footsteps approached behind her
A scout.
“Alpha Ryder,” the man said, turning to bow instead toward the campfire where Ryder now stood, hunched over a table with Luca.
Ryder barely lifted his head. “Speak.”
“There is someone here… a messenger from the Greenwood border. They carry the Old seer’s mark.”
That caught Ryder’s attention.
Luca frowned. “That’s not possible.”
“She’s gone,” Ryder said. “Dead or banished
