In the midst of the now pouring rain I heard a twig snap beneath Richard’s boots. I stopped in my tracks and waited for him to draw closer, his scent carried a vile odor that nearly made me gag.
I turned to face him and saw that my wolf saw him; nothing more than a flesh-bag of blood and bone. Neither a danger nor an enemy. He was simply prey.
A glint of metal caught my eye. In his right hand he brandished a knife. The grin on his face clearly showed that he felt absolute in his dominance over me despite our last encounter.
“There is nowhere to run now, my dear beloved wife,” he said, his voice sickly sweet with over exaggerated care. “No one will come to your aid this time. You picked a bad route for a morning hike.”
I said nothing and stood still like a good piece of bait. I had to t
