His name is Norduk, the Wolf. Relentlessly, he seeks after Aeryck, sending barbaric Saxon leaders and packs of wolves to take his life – to put an end to the dream that haunts him. But still the boy eludes his grasp. To Aeryck’s horror, evasion comes at great expense – the shadow of death tracks him like a skilled, persistant hunter.
Aeryck’s doubts and burdens threaten to crush his newfound faith. How can he trust a God who allows such evil to prevail? How can he conquer the hatred swelling within him? On the Eve of Christ’s Mass he finds the answers his heart and soul have so desperately sought. And on this night he and Dagmere decide what their future together will hold.
As for the future of Britain, peace it would seem is at hand. Or is it? Terryll and Aeryck hear of Saxon treachery and witness its bold, horrific march into their homeland. The fate of Britain is in their hands. They must warn British villages and prepare Killwen Eden for war. Peril threatens their every move, yet they realize that Light cannot be so easily extinguished, even in the twilight of such powerful, pagan gods.
And still the Wolf is plagued by his dream – the sword of Caelryck is once again brandished toward him. This is the battle he has tried to aviod. Yet this is the battle that he must face. And so must Aeryck.