Where Authority Ends

TORIN

The rain had already turned vicious by the time I reached the border, yet my wolf refused to slow. Maevia's fading scent remained just strong enough to follow, and I pushed my horse harder through the soaked forest path.

Cold water ran down my cloak and collected beneath the saddle. Behind me, one of my sentinels maintained his position without speaking.

The trail finally led us to the edge