A hooded figure emerged from the shadows. She recognized the hooded cape from her dream. A Hunter.
She slowly rose from the ground, shaking.
"What do you want?" She tried to sound tough, but her voice shook.
“All this fuss. All these years. And for what? A pup in the woods? We've killed so many of your kind looking for you, White Wolf."
He circled around her, looking her up and down.
Danielle didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
The Hunter stood just a few feet away now, head tilted, lips curled in amusement.
“You don’t look like much,” he said. “But you’re her. The White Wolf. Funny, I thought you’d be taller.”
His eyes slid past her, scanning the trees, the shadows. Confident. Too confident. He turned slightly, back half-turned.
That was her chance.
With a trembling hand, Danielle ease
