Rolling back to my feet, I pocketed the knife as I stalked over to the wolf that had bit me in the throat. Blood dripped down from his jaws as it growled at me, its hackles standing on end as I approached. With a bark, it leapt, mouth open in hopes of taking a fresh chunk out of me. I grabbed the top and bottom of its jaws and pulled them sharply apart, breaking its lower jaw and neck at the same time. It didn’t even have time to let out a whimper of pain before it died.

I dropped the carcass to the ground and smiled as I turned back to the wolf that had tried to jump on me. With long bloodstained fangs showing, the wolf growled at me as it backed up several steps. Its large yellow eyes reflected the moonlight. The creature crouched for a second as if it planned to leap at me, and then darted off into the woods like a brown blur in the darkness. I chuckled and gave chase, happy to spend the evening running through the thick forest after my prey. Dodging low branches and leaping over fallen trees, I found that my body hummed with energy and pent-up excitement. This was the thrill of the hunt, and it was the closest I would ever come to once again feeling alive.

The wolf dove, jumped, and barreled through the woods, weaving among the trees as if it were made of the wind. I followed close on its heels, not quite catching it as I played it cautious on the slippery snow-covered ground. I didn’t need to catch it. It would grow weary before I would.

Something heavy landed on my back as I passed beneath a small rise. I hadn’t been scanning the area for other lycanthropes and my prey had managed to lure me into a simple trap. With a swing of my arm, I knocked the creature off my back before it could do any kind of significant damage. Laying on my stomach, I threw out my hand toward the wolf that was about to jump on me again. Flames instantly engulfed my prey, burning brightly in the night. The creature lurched away from me, rolling in the snow as it tried to put the flames out. Its cries suddenly became a woman’s shrieks as she changed back to human form, the pain making it impossible for her to remain a wolf. And then she lay dead before me.

I scanned the area, only to find that the wolf I’d been chasing had run off, most likely frightened beyond rational thought at the sight of the flames. This might be little more than a deadly game between nightwalkers and lycanthropes, but I played to win.

Three were dead, leaving thirteen to my other three companions as I headed back to the main clearing where we had initially met. With any luck, we’d have most of this cleaned up in a matter of minutes before we could finally turn our attention back to Ferko. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as alone as I initially thought I was.

“Bravo, Fire Starter! Show those animals who’s dominant!” shouted a mocking voice down from the trees, accompanied by clapping.

I clenched my teeth and took a couple steps backward, palming the knife in my right hands once again. I knew that voice. I would always know that voice. Rowe had found me once again, and he sounded like he was ready to play.

“Rowe!” I replied in the same mocking tone as I looked at the trees before me. “It’s been so long since we last met. Come down and play.”

“Gladly,” he growled. The wind gusted through the trees so that their limbs swayed and crashed into one another. I looked up in time to see him gliding down toward me out of a nearby tree, his black leathery wings thrown wide behind him. I dove out of the way of his flashing silver blade, sliding several feet in the snow before I regained my feet.

The naturi grinned at me, twisting his short blade so it winked at me in the moonlight. I kept my distance from the one-eyed creature, as I had only a knife with me. I hadn’t been planning to go up against the naturi this evening, just the local werewolf pack. And that was more hands-on than fighting the naturi.

Rowe lunged at me first, bringing his short sword down in a slashing motion, hoping to open a vein or two. I dodged it while trying to keep my feet beneath me as I moved through the snow-slick forest.

Mira! The naturi are here. Danaus’s cry along our private link screamed through my brain as Rowe swung at me again. I narrowly missed having my head removed as I slid to my ass in the snow. I hadn’t been cloaking the hunter’s presence, and I had a feeling that Rowe was just following him around with the expectation that I would be in Danaus’s shadow.

I noticed, I growled in response. I blocked Rowe’s blade with my own, and quickly pushed it off as it slid down toward the handle, threatening to remove my hand at the wrist. Get over here before more of the shifters find me!

Leaning back in the snow, I grabbed a handful of snow and flung it at the naturi, hoping to temporarily blind him. Rowe took a step backward to avoid the white spray, giving me the chance to push to my feet again. I backpedaled, wishing I could divide my attention enough to scan the area for lycanthropes. That was the last thing I needed—to be attacked from behind by an angry shifter. Unfortunately, I was too closely matched with Rowe and couldn’t afford to split my attention.

“And I thought you wanted me alive so I could be brought before your precious wife-queen.” I darted behind a particularly thick tree as he swung his blade at me. A heavy thunk echoed through the forest as the metal buried into the bark at the last second. I lunged forward as he tried to pry his blade loose. Rowe slid out of my reach and pulled a knife from his belt as he abandoned his sword.

“Oh, I do,” he said breathlessly. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t wear you down a little bit, shed a little blood before I hand you over to Aurora. I’m sure she won’t mind if you arrive less than perfect.”

“I’m sure she won’t mind at all,” I replied, swinging my blade at him so he was backed against a tree. “She never could handle me when I was at my peak.”

“You have never seen Aurora at her peak strength! She will crush you!”

“Yeah, yeah. Heard that one before and here I still stand.”

In response, a low howl filled the air, only to be answered by two more that were ominously close to my current location. The werewolves were closing in on me and my combatant. I wasn’t sure if they would bother to attack Rowe as well, but I couldn’t get my hopes up. Besides, Danaus was supposed to be drawing close. He would even the odds.

Afraid that I would soon find a lycanthrope at my back, I waved my free hand out to the side. A low wall of flames sprang up from the frozen earth and surrounded us in a flash. Danaus would be trapped on the outside, but I hoped that the shifters would be trapped on the outside as well as I took care of Rowe.

“Don’t worry,” Rowe purred. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m not worried about you. I’m just making sure this stays a private party.”

Rowe lunged at me again with his knife, hoping to get inside my reach so he could bury it deep in my stomach. I caught his hand while I tried to stab him. Unfortunately, the naturi captured my wrist as well, locking us in a deadly stalemate. My arms trembled under the exertion and I gritted my teeth. We were fairly matched in strength, but the ground beneath our feet was wet and frozen, making our footing unsteady. A wrong step and someone could far too easily slip.

“Give it up, Mira,” Rowe snarled between clenched teeth. “Come back to Aurora with me. I promise to do what I can to get you a quick death.”

“The only way I am willing to die is with Aurora’s heart in my hand.”

I tightened my grip on his wrist, hoping to shatter the bone, but it wouldn’t give under my grasp.

“I will kill her. Someday, I will finally kill her.”

“Never!”

A sudden crash of thunder echoed through the forest and the wind picked up. Fat flakes of snow plummeted from the sky, obscuring the woods so that we were trapped in a swirling vortex of frigid white. I could barely make out the wildly dancing flames only a few feet away. I could hear them snapping and crackling as they ate through any nearby brush, but their light was muted by the sudden snowstorm.