Kora’s POV
The word cut through me like a blade.
Which.
The hunters’ voices picked it up, shouting it over and over, their hatred burning hotter with every repetition. Their eyes weren’t on the pack anymore. They were on me.
I stumbled back from the riverbank, my heart hammering so loud I could barely hear anything else. The herbs had done something—I didn’t even know what exactly—but the hunters had seen it, and now I was no longer just prey. I was a target.
Edward’s voice thundered across the battlefield. “Protect her!”
The command ripped the pack into motion. Luka surged forward despite his injuries, swinging his axe with brutal force. Mara was at my side in an instant, her body a shield between me and the hunters.
But there were too many of them.
Arrows flew, swords clashed, an
