The wound in his arm burned, and with each breath his bruised ribs ached savagely, but he didn't dare stop. The Forest was full of eyes. Birch trees whispered of his passing. He begged them not to tell the bear…
Torak is alone… wounded, terrified, and on the run.
An outcast like his father, he has avoided all contact with the clans-until now. Now his father lies dead: slaughtered by a demon in the form of a great bear.
Somehow, Torak must keep going. His only ally is an orphaned wolf cub. His only chance of survival is his skill as a hunter. But starvation isn't the only thing in the Forest to fear.
Through the whispering spruce trees come an evil more terrible than any clan can imagine, let alone defeat. The Moon of Red Willow is fast approaching: and soon Torak - and only Torak - must face a foe he can neither outrun nor outwit, a foe who stalks him as silently as breath.