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So much had transpired within Camhanaich that it made Kirain’s chest ache. From the birth of Liss’s pups to the attack of the assassins, to the theft of their stores, it seemed there was to be no rest for the druids. Her mate and packmates were injured, their need for supplies growing ever more dire. She and her son had ventured out in search of the stolen pups, hoping to find Liss along the way. But their efforts had proved fruitless. The scents had faded, her tracking skills falling short of her mate’s. And all the while, the terror of being away from home after such tragedy gnawed at her.

It was well into the morning when she and Faolán first caught sight of the Rise. The familiar standing stones. Their home.

Kirain’s pace quickened as she drew nearer, a howl rising from her throat to announce their return to the pack. She had been gone for so long. What had she missed?