CHAPTER 13

Rusk scowled at the warriors surrounding him. Nearly half had ranged ahead a distance, but that left seven around them in a wary circle, with spears.

Like prisoners. Despite the Alpha's invitation, this venture felt more and more like a trap.

Walls of rock pressed the canyon's sides, topped with eerie smooth figures shaped by an eternity of blowing wind. At times, the spires leaned over the trail