CHAPTER 4

“This camp has been abandoned for months.”
Manon turned from the snow-crusted cliff
where she’d been monitoring the western edge
of the White Fang Mountains. Toward the
Wastes.
Asterin remained crouched over the half-
buried remnants of a fire pit, the shaggy goat
pelt slung over her shoulders ruffling in the
frigid wind. Her Second went on, “No one’s
been here since early autumn.”
Manon had suspected as much. The
Shadows had spotted the site an hour earlier
on their patrol of the terrain ahead, somehow