It’s #bookqw and the ‘rain’ shelter piques my hero’s curiosity. More from Chapter 3: Wellspring Collective, Blighted Basin Daeryn Darkcoat’s paws carried his polecat form in a weasel’s rolling leaps along a dirt road. The setting moon, just past half, lit Wellspring Collective’s rows of plants in the sharp grays and blacks of his nocturnal […]