Chapter 8: Invitation to the Table
They huddled in the dark, too shaken to speak. What little moonlight slipped through the veil of vines at the […]
Finley
Chapter 7: The Price of Asking
The day opened warm and bright, sunlight drifting between thinning branches to stripe the game trail in shifting gold. The
Chapter 6: Eat, and You Shall Never Be Clean
The morning sun filtered weakly through the trees, casting pale gold into the hollow. The air was cool, still damp
Chapter 5: In the Owl’s Debt
Shade moved ahead of the others with the silent, practiced ease of someone who’d spent most of his adult life
Chapter 3: Shadows Over Timberflow
Rain clung to everything. It beaded on the rough-hewn palisade, slicked the roots underfoot, and turned the trail along Timberflow’s