As we walked along the road that cut through the heart of the Whitestar pack’s territory, I could not help but notice the sheer number of people who stopped what they were doing just to gaze at us.
Perhaps their intense curiosity was entirely due to the bizarre, disheveled state of dress Darius and I were in—me wrapped in his oversized, dark fur coat, and him bearing the air with nothing but his braies.
Or maybe it was because they had simply never seen a true wizard like Kaelan before, his robes sweeping the earth as he walked with a strange, rhythmic grace.
Yet, despite the intensity of the scrutiny, something deep within the collective gaze of the villagers whispered that they meant no immediate harm.
Some of the stares were filled with pure, intriguing wonder; others were cautious
