“They knew we’d be here...” I bared my teeth and cursed. Kal looked back to the Bloodhounds, the two dozen Mimics disappearing down their throat one by one until only the stain of blood was left in the snow. Even their guts and torn limbs were relished by these mysterious dark beasts.

My eyes lit up. “Marcus said that all the Blackwind Pack wolves loyal to him and some of the Mimics have now left their post in the current Blackwind Pack...as if they have a more interesting place to be somewhere.” I stared at the ground, where the ground of the Black Mountains seemed to drink the blood spilled...