Rising Scorn

Just when I think I've seen it all, life throws a jackal with bat wings at me.

To be fair, banishing the interdimensional monsters that invade the Pacific Northwest wilderness is a pretty typical day for a nature wizard like me. Lately, though, something's off. The mythical creatures from Letum have a rabid bloodlust I've never seen before.

To make matters worse, I still have Darby to deal with. She's suffering through the anger stage of grief, and she's focused all that rage on me. Darby will stop at nothing to get me kicked out of the magical shepherd club.

But my elemental magic has grown leaps and bounds. I know people have my back: Vincent the game warden, Guntram the grumpy old augur, and Sipho the talented forger. Here's hoping we're enough to keep the supernatural (and Darby's allies on Mt. Rainier) at bay.