Karen’s POV
The maid hesitated, her eyes darting toward the door before she whispered, “I can’t tell you exactly. But… this place… it’s deep in the western woods. Past the river with the broken bridge. The rogues use it because no pack dares to cross that area.”
I held my breath, burning the details into my mind. Western woods. Broken bridge. Hidden den.
That night, I closed my eyes and reached inward. My wolf stirred, her strength flickering like a candle. Zaiden.
The bond snapped alive, warm and fierce. “Karen… talk to me. Did you learn anything?”
“I don’t know the name,” I admitted softly, “but I think I know where I am. There’s a river nearby, with a broken bridge, and the maid said it’s somewhere in the western woods. It feels damp here, and I smell smoke sometimes like they burn
