Under the guise of death, Jamie and his companions lay perfectly still, camouflaged among the bodies piled on the creaking wagon. Their ruse was risky—one slip, one involuntary breath, and the monstrous orc-bear hybrids transporting them could sniff out the truth. They had fought hard to gain the trust of Biber, Scheminal X's minion who had led them this far, and they couldn't afford any mistakes. Around them lay the real victims, unfortunate townsfolk who had fallen prey to the cruel experiments of Scheminal X's inventions.