Chapter 114

The Children of Shadow moved like ghosts, their figures even more elusive in the dark, but even in daylight, they could merge seamlessly into shadows.

Whether that red-robed woman was the shadowbinder or not, unless she wanted to reveal herself, Drogo had no way of finding her.

Snowball could spot the Children of Shadow when the blood moon cast its eerie light, but now it was broad daylight, and the chance had passed. Tracking her by scent alone was nearly impossible.