Kora’s POV
The hunters didn’t waste time. As soon as they broke through the tree line, their arrows flew. The sky hissed with them, sharp and black against the gray light.
“Shields!” Edward roared.
The front fighters raised makeshift barriers, some catching arrows in their arms and shoulders. The sound of wood splintering and metal clanging filled the air. I ducked low, pulling a boy with me as an arrow whistled past my head and struck the ground.
“Stay down!” I hissed, but my voice shook. My whole body was trembling, not from the cold, but from the sheer panic clawing inside me.
Hunters.
I’d heard stories about them since I was a child. The cruelty. The cages. The way they skinned wolves alive for their pelts. My father used to say they weren’t human at all, but monsters in men’s fl
