The hunt is over. The twins have been taken. Satara is in chains. The Eyes of Mitra await. Kraft’s forces believe the legendary Darkwolf is dead – buried beneath a shattered temple and consumed by fire and stone. They are wrong. Wounded, enraged, and stripped of every illusion, Darkwolf begins a relentless march through the Fire Priest’s territory. One by one, hunters become victims. Soldiers vanish. Patrols are slaughtered. Fear spreads through the ranks. For the first time, the servants of Vvyndral discover what it means to be hunted. As the road to the Eyes of Mitra runs red with blood, Kraft realizes a terrible truth: The monster they feared was never the Black Claw.