Salvajes: En Tierras

The creature froze. For the first time, something like fear flickered in its borrowed eyes.

He was a madman. He was a liar. He had no title, no friends, and no future. But he had his brother. And in the savage lands, that was the only weapon that mattered. En Tierras Salvajes

He wasn’t a geographer anymore. The university in the capital had stripped his title after his first expedition returned with only half its men and a story too impossible to believe. “Giant felines that walk like men? Forests that move overnight? You are a liar, Montalvo, or a madman.” The creature froze

“Eli,” Mateo said. His voice was the hum made flesh. “You came. I knew you would. You always were the loyal one.” He was a liar

And it recognized itself.