my way home

Previously

…Alex looked at the map, then at the journal. The pieces were starting to fall into place, but the picture was still hazy, incomplete. The man in the SUV, the mysterious journal, the cryptic map – a sense of adventure, tinged with a growing unease, settled over Alex. Their journey to Whisperwind had begun with a search for answers, but it was quickly becoming something far more complex, and far more dangerous, than they could have ever imagined. The whispers of the wild were calling, and Alex, holding the key in their hands, felt a pull they couldn’t resist.