***Wolf’s POV***
It had been a couple of months since I had seen Bahzeera, and I had set anchor, and walked atop the water until I reached the shore. It was a fruitful island, but it was just starting to get dark, making it hard to see in the dusk, but I needed fresh fruit, at least until morning when I could return. I began climbing a high tree to pick its fruits, when I suddenly lost my footing and fell.
I expected to hit the ground, hard, but I fell right through and began sliding down a thick mud tunnel deep underground. I was spat out in a mud hollow, atop human bones. I heard screaming, as if someone was being tortured, and I decided, for some strange reason, to follow it. I was armed, and confident whatever I met would either be no match, or finally do me the favor I’d been d
