Shadewood Even though we know it, everyone remains in play.

Riley’s ears cupped back as Masque moaned and turned her nose to the air, sampling the sundry scents that dotted the creek.

She wanted pork? Riley couldn’t hide the quirk of his lips. There was no pork here, but there was sausage…

He stopped mid-step, nosing a patch of trampled reed where the scent was particularly strong. He was never one to say no to his lady. Oh? Bacon for breakfast? That could be arranged.

Taking down boars was risky — but Riley was up for the challenge.