The wind blew, carrying the salty scent of the sea mixed with the gentle breeze of the night. Waves broke the silence, crashing softly against the shoreline. On the cold sand, Evans knelt, staring at the ground that offered him no useful clues. From noon until the sun had set, the wolf man hadn’t moved from the desolate island.

“The last trace of Jeanice’s scent is around here,” he muttered, his voice low and full of frustration. The gate shouldn’t be far! But how do I enter?”

There was no answer from the wind, only the sound of the waves and the rustling of leaves dancing under the moonlight. Amid...