Chapter 42

• The rhythm of hooves against earth was steady, almost hypnotic. I rode beside the other Hunters, our pace brisk yet purposeful. Tiberius and Victor were at the front, deep in conversation, their voices low and clipped. They were strategizing—where to intercept the wolves, how to block the path to Ravenhold.
• I drifted back, letting the sound of steel and snarling plans fade. Fell in beside a group of Hunters who weren’t whispering about tactics—they were fantasizing about killing.
• “Can’t wait to gut one,” one said. “I’ll take a fang as a trophy.”