"Not likely," he growled in response. "Many of Bhalot's offspring are plagued by disease, just like the one who attacked you. They hunt our kind relentlessly, and we need more than sheer numbers to fend them off. You have the potential to be of assistance."

"So the bears are sick. They're attacking your people...and you want me to do something about it?" Min couldn't hide her disbelief. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You are a witch of these woods, aren't you?" She nodded, whether he saw it or already knew the answer. "You possess powers that most of the Kelash lack. We already have one of your kind with...