MAGNUS

“There are noises up ahead. Stay alert,” my wolf, Grimm, sniffs the air and warns me.

My boots sink into unstable ground; honestly, this swamp is a pain.

Also, a solid place to hide, because the deeper you go, the thicker this nauseating fog gets.

“I think you should cover your nose. Even with my resistance, this stench is getting to me. I think it’s toxic.”

He warns me, but we’re already swallowed by the mist and, yeah, there are bodies moving up ahead.

I don’t get a chance to cover my face before one of the shadows lunges at me.

“Yuri… is that you?!” a man’s voice roars at me, and I narrow my eyes to make him out.

“Run, run, damn it!” he yells, confused, but I’m not this Yuri guy, and I’m not running anywhere.

I intercept him and, right in front of his terrified, stunned eyes, I go straight for his throat.

No doubt he’s one of the rebels who escaped.

His scent gives him away. Sorcerer.

I move forward, careful not to sink a foot into some death trap in the swamp.

A few yards a