Ravensblood Forest turmoil & tinfoil

He'd wrangled his way out of the sisters' clutches. Unsure how—one moment, they had him, the next. . .

Anyway. he was free.

Free to check his mountain, which he did. . .only to find the scent trails of Lorcan and Envy going elsewhere. And Dreven—cut off, on a sharp precipice. He did not need to be some kind of genius to figure that one out.

So Shadow Ridge was no more.

He wandered back down, the weight of loneliness like a yoke 'round his neck and shoulders. He gazed at the sap upon these trees—

Like blood, he thought, shaking his head. Perhaps that was fanciful on his part. Or a figment of his wild imagination. He didn't care to test it.

Instead, Hex continued to skirt the border of the forest, aimlessly wandering.