It took the vessel roughly three to four more days to finally reach land.
It groaned as it scraped against the dock.Mist rolled in thick…wet, heavy, copper scented. Not like ocean mist. This stank of something darker. Rotting. Tainted.The taste of salt was overpowered by blood in the air.A signature strait of the Forgotten lands!
Kieran crouched beside Vera in the shadows, his ears trained. His fingers tapped silently on the floor, claws half extended, body tensed.
They had arrived where none from their world were supposed to be found. Yet there was this 'supply chain' that functioned on a regular basis.
A Council meeting was on the cards… but first Kieran had to get Autumn… at all cost… and his gut was screaming that he was close.
This dock… it looked like something torn straight from the pages of hell.
