From the start, Martin had already found something puzzling.
The Wolfteeth Tribe had indeed sent out more than half of its warriors to look for him— but this jungle was vast beyond measure. Even he couldn’t tell east from west right now, yet somehow they’d managed to find him here? Coincidence seemed too weak an explanation; it was too precise to be luck.
“This time, the chieftain paid a great price to find you,” Wolfnine explained softly. “He even invited a Shaman to perform two divinations— one for your safety, and another for your location.”
“We found you by following the omen drawn from the Shaman’s divination.”
At the mention of the word Shaman, reverence instantly filled Wolfnine’s face. The same look spread among the other Wolfteeth tribesmen as well— a deep, almost instinctive
