The howl of the wind was nothing compared to the sound that erupted from my throat as I lunged forward. The bullet grazed my shoulder in a searing line of white-hot agony. It didn’t slow me though. It only ignited the beast.
As a man, I would’ve cowered. As a beast, I was a landslide.
I didn’t wait for a second shot. I continued forward, launching myself off the plateau. My ten-foot frame was a blur of shadow and muscle. I descended the three hundred yard incline in seconds. My hooves shattered the ice.
The hunter didn’t flinch. He stood his ground as I slammed into the lower pass like a fallen star.
I didn’t use my claws. I hit him with the sheer mass of my body. I was a physical wall of fur and iron. The rifle flew from his hands, spinning off into the dark.
Silas and the women
