Ashes of the hybrid

wolves stood in the flickering torchlight. They were upright, robed, their bodies forged by old magic

hreaded with scars, bristled as the mist swirled around them. His golden e

"We are looking for Mister and Misses Austin. They vanished under strange c

d, "They disappeared years ago. But there is no hiding forever. Trackers will follow the old trails

ira, narrowed her eyes.

Fenrik said. "No mistakes. Thi

but the tension t

low. "Trusted by the Elder Rings. If they're a

we do this now. Before others take int

forest swallowed them, each vanishing int