Chapter 3
Pembroke’s fingers slid down the trunk till he found where the fir had been stripped bare of its bark and etched. His fingers traced the trail of Commander Rudolf’s glyph.
He continued his light jog. Even in complete darkness with the fires covered and the shadow tents erected, he leapt through the forest. His arms quick to wrap around trunks, finding the marked ones. He followed the path of carved firs.
Pembroke had proven himself worthy in both forms. For even as a human, antlerless, there was something within him that knew where he must always go. The secret—all you had to do was follow: coordinates, paths, the Toy-Maker.
Pembroke found the shadow seam and slipped into his Commander’s tent.
“Sir…please pardon my lateness. I was utilizing the new show—”
“Shhhhhhh!” Comman
