Ravensblood Forest that is my cry

But of course!

Ferdie would have reprimanded her for leaving Swiftcurrent Creek without an escort. Bazi snorted a singular ha into the darkness at the thought. Every step was a thrilling affront to the exiled wolf's memory - she was a lone girl in the darkness, a dangerously bright beacon in the narrow corridor between two viciously defended territories.

Silvertip Mountain was given as wide a berth as the border of Horizon Ridge would allow. Bazi wasn't entirely stupid, and imagined she would prefer Ragnar's justice over Jinx. Lack of activity at home had driven her away from the Creek, and the moon was high in the sky by the time she was in the vicinity of the vein of dark water that had lulled Lasher to sleep. The forest's aroma was thick, but the snoozing male's musk was stronger. The young beta stopped abruptly, nostrils flaring - but not fast enough. The needle-strewn ground crunched beneath a careless step, and her position was given away. Bazi held her breath and waited, half wishing the invisible stranger would wake up and do something.