King Elk Forest [insert relevant bible verse here]

Given her newfound liberty from the shackles of her name, one might surmise that Addison would run for the hills without a moment's notice. But she finds herself staying near Silver Creek, watching, waiting. What? For what? There is something that inexplicably ties her here, whether it is to her brothers—for shared blood is more powerful than simply a name—or the women of Rosings, for whom she feels responsible.

Whatever it is, Addison is well and truly stuck. But she is no longer trapped. And that makes all the difference.

The Odolf witch meanders through the trees, glacial gaze like twin bright flashlights in the darkness. She feels liberated to even be out this late, alone, with not an escort in sight. She has freed herself from the stifling grasp of testosterone at last, and it is. . .it is a breath of fresh air. To be alone as a woman, knowing herself, knowing her strength. She had not drawn true breath until the day she became simply Addison.

A rustling in the brush draws her attention, and her eyes snap toward it, ears cupping high atop her head. She draws herself into a low crouch, mouth filling with saliva in anticipation of the iron tang of blood. She is no great hunter, but she knows she must learn. She will never let herself become helpless again.