When investigating the disappearance of seven fellow journalists, Jackson discovers Ascela's mountains hide more than wolf walkers and undead monsters.
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Over the past few months, seven Dawnward Times journalists have disappeared and they all have one thing in common: Greykin Mountain. Desperate for a front-page story to boost his career, Jackson travels to Ascela to find them and unravel the mystery behind their disappearance.
However, the bitter tundra and day-long snow storms aren't the only danger Ascela has to offer. Wolf walkers are said to haunt Greykin's mountains, but Jackson suspects these local legends might be responsible for the disappearances, and nothing is going to impede his hunt for answers.
That is...until he comes face to face with a monstrous creature in the middle of a storm.
Thrown head-first into a world of wolf-shifters and undead monsters, Jackson must quickly adapt and evolve, or become another lost soul damned to wander Greykin's endless tundra forever.
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| 1 | IN PURSUIT OF THE LOST
Jackson Carter loved a mystery—the kind that kept him up at night in fear the shadows might devour him. That was why he found himself in Ascela's bitter tundra as the sun set over the mountains.
With a huff of exertion, he dragged his shins through the knee-deep snow, trying to shake that sinister feeling of eyes examining his every move. He glanced to his left, gazing into the thick fir forest, but even if something was watching him beyond the trees, his cerulean eyes wouldn't be able to see it. The blizzard was picking up.
| 2 | GREYKIN RIVER
Sinister malaise followed Jackson in the absence of his shadow.
The sun failed to pierce the forest he traversed, dragging his legs through the shin-deep snow as he searched for Greykin River. Distant birdsong stole the silence, but Jackson almost wished for quiet so that he might hear whether or not that animal was following him.
He glanced back over his shoulder at the slightest sound—icicles falling from branches, fauna scurrying through the frost, and the occasional snapping twig—but his eyes couldn't locate anything.
| 3 | FIRST MOON
It wasn't cold anymore. Jackson couldn't feel the ice beneath him or the snow falling on his face. The only noise he could hear was the whistling wind and the crackling of a fire.
And warmth. It was so...warm.
He grunted as he tried moving, opening his eyes to a blurred mirage of dark colours. Pain lingered in the whole left side of his body and throbbed in his right leg. He tried moving his left arm, and although he could feel it, it didn't budge.