Chapter 14. Gilford

CAIVAN

The road back to Qarax could be treacherous when need be. And it’s not just the uncontrollable, unpredictable winter wolves and the snake-genn robbers that prowl the woods in summer. I travel in those times as well, but using the back roads. It’s autumn though, and there are rumors of gazes migrating. Those vile hoofed beasts will attack any living thing in sight. They move through the back roads, so I have to avoid those for a while, even though it is likely hearsay. I’m not about to take my chances. And it has been ages since I traversed the King’s Road.

It’s infuriating though. I recall days (the good ones, before he became alpha) when Father and Uncle Teran would go hunting with a few members of the pack. They’d return with enough meat to last us for months. When Xanwed took power in the bedlam of the rebellion, he declared gazens and deer off limits for hunts. And that’s not the only law he made that sucks.

There are five stops to Qarax; as Father’s map