Tessa/jessica pov.
Zane walked beside me, his steps fast and sharp, like he was holding himself back from shifting on the spot. “I just mindlinked Fred. He’ll check who in our tribe deals with rosemary with Tyson. Let’s check this out first.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice yet, and followed him out of the dungeon. The doors slammed behind us, echoing down the hallway like a warning. A few guards trailed behind us, but nobody said a word. Everyone’s steps sounded too loud.
We headed toward the Misty Forest. The deeper we went, the heavier the air felt, like the trees themselves were warning us that something was wrong. The smell of damp leaves clung to my clothes as we kept moving. Nobody dared speak for almost fifteen minutes.
Then Zane suddenly stopped.
“Can you trace the smell?” he
