Chapter 35
Ruby clamped her mouth. Everything had been going as planned until the Huntsman shot Lanson.
Lanson was an enormous gray wolf. Bigger than an ordinary wolf, with knifelike teeth and claws, Lanson had a frightening essence. Too intelligent, too calculating, too hungry to be a natural animal.
But Lanson, in animal form or not, was still Lanson. And watching him be shot by the Huntsman, who didn’t seem to realize he was shooting a man, was tragic in a way that Ruby couldn’t comprehend.
Ketter, who was beneath the net with her, seemed to have changed his mind about the plan. His growl and fangs were freakishly fierce. He chewed at the net and leapt at the hunters as they neared.
Ruby worked to untangle herself from the net, trying to reach Lanson. But the net was fine and clung
