Scorched Earth

Thorne

I lean over the back of the sofa in my guest suite, my hands closed in white-knuckled fists around the frame. My phone is lit up on the table in front of me, Evander’s name glowing on the screen. Dane and the Onyx Alder Alpha, Declan, stand beside me, looking on with somber expressions. “Talk to me. What do we know?”

“It’s bad, Kael.” The Sylvaran King reports. “My spies say that all signs