Even now, in what were inarguably very unlikely circumstances, he still wasn’t convinced this was magic. The wolf was enormous, but not impossibly enormous. And if a wolf wanted to corner its prey, what better place to flush it than here? He had to admit, however, that the fact that the wolf wasn’t trying to eat him was perplexing.

They stared at each other for a long while, before the wolf rose and advanced with one large claw-tipped paw, then another, and Jaren found himself unconsciously backing toward the water. He wasn’t sure he’d have caught himself in time if his foot hadn’t met with something solid. He risked a glance over his shoulder and saw it, hidden among the rocks. A boat. The wolf must have seen it at the same moment Jaren did because it rushed forward suddenly, causing Jaren’s body to make a choice his mind hadn’t yet been willing to face.

The next thing he knew, he was in the boat, and the sudden movement had lurched it out into the open water. Into the poisonous lake.

Jaren didn’t know enough about Lake Luma to be certain that a boat couldn’t make it across, although he could deduce as much given what he’d seen with the rose. Still, he thought he must have at least a little while before the boat began to erode, and in the meantime, perhaps the wolf would tire of whatever game they were playing and leave. But the wolf only paced up and down the shore, as if to tell Jaren that it was pointless to come back, that they’d only end up right where they were now.

Jaren could just make out the island in the moonlight. It looked innocent enough from here, covered in what appeared to be ordinary trees, aside from a copse of tall pines peeking above the rest of the Forest in the center of the island.

A breeze traveled over the water, like a long, languorous sigh, and the bare skin at the nape of his neck prickled with fear. He remembered what Lupin had told him about Endlans and tried to take comfort in it.

“Are they a cruel people?” he had asked as they walked back toward the market.

“Not as a whole, no,” she’d said. “My parents were wonderful, loving people, and I know it broke their hearts the day they sent me away. I was the only incantu that year, and the ride across the lake in the Endlan boat was particularly difficult for me, as I’d never rowed before.”