Exactly 45 miles away from the warehouse, where Dane and Sofia rested. It was a forest land; not much could be seen at night.
The forest was silent.
That should have been their first warning, but by the time they realized it, the witch squad had already surrounded them.
The Origin resistance camp sat in a clearing deep in the Waerrud Forest. It wasn't much to look at.
A dozen tents arranged in a loose circle. A central fire pit and supply caches are hidden in the surrounding trees. Forty-three people, most of them men, are living rough and moving often to avoid detection.
They'd thought they were safe here. The Waerrud was old growth, dense, and trackless. The kind of place where even experienced woodsmen got lost. They'd posted sentries. Taken precautions.
It hadn't been enough.
