Chapter 438

90 - Cam

“What the hell are these crazy witches doing?” I whisper out as we edge closer to the treeline. If my sense of direction is right, we are directly south of Vesper’s packhouse, but far enough away that it might be considered neutral territory. I don’t smell the patrol wolves' scent marking.

This area juts out towards the waterfront, like it’s a little peninsula, and full of thick, closely