Kagome stiffened. With effort, she kept her tone light as she replied, “Just checking in.” Kohaku’s flinty eyes pierced hers a moment longer. “Checking in,” he repeated, as if weighing the veracity of each word, before his gaze cut past her toward the stair. “Who’s your friend?” Kagome glanced behind her. Near the edge of

Restless as Kagome felt, there was never a shortage of work to be done in the village-turned-mecca that Edo had become. Visiting Rin in the makeshift hospital she’d raised in the heart of the sprawl, Kagome was struck by the sheer number of battle-wounded among the afflicted travelers and refugees. Yet there were no warlords

And yet, as the days passed and Kagome continued to catch phantom glimpses of this beast of the woods—the smoky wisp of a tail turning into the trees, the glint of gilded eyes through the brush, the pale points of ears tipping just above a fallen log or the far side of a boulder—her irritation

Kagome’s eyes cut west as she frowned. Picking herself up from her perch, she ventured deeper into the forest with bow in hand. But at the sight that greeted her, her defensive posture relaxed a fraction. “Jakken,” she said as she shouldered her bow and strode toward him. “Ah.” Sesshoumaru’s retainer sighed, lowering the nintoujou

Through a tangle of thorns, Kagome stared down the intruder. He was a mangy beast, feral and wolfish—grizzled and yellow-fanged and mean down to the marrow. Purple lips pulled back in a snarl as he dug his dark cracked claws into the earth and glared at her with sallow eyes full of hate and hunger.