Rey pulled the cloak tightly around her shoulders as she followed Maren through the dense woods. The sound of distant howls echoed faintly behind them, too far to be threatening, yet close enough to remind of the dangers ahead of her as she was crossing the enemy lines.

“Keep your head down” Maren whispered, “The northern patrol changes shift every one hour and it's almost an hour since I left the pack. Once we pass the border into the pack, no one must know I helped you.”

Rey nodded silently. Her heart pounded loudly, her thoughts drifting back to the past. Once, these woods had been her home. Now she...