A cry echoed through the Forest.He froze.It was not the yowl of a vixen, ora
lynx seeking a mate. It was a man.Or something that had once been a man.With a
creeping sense of dread, Torak watched the light between thetrees begin to fail.
. . . Torak is a boy apart. A boy who can talk to wolves. A boy who must
vanquish the Soul-Eaters . . . or die trying. As the Moon of No Dark waxes
large, the clans fall prey to a horrifying sickness. Fear stalks the Forest. The
very breath of spring seems poisoned. No one knows the cause and