Chapter 17
Tyler watched as the girl walked down the path through the woods. She looked small and vulnerable, just as planned. Her fear was palpable and genuine.
That was an added bonus that always happened with the bait. The scent of fear would lure the wolfkin as much as the red cloak and blood.
If they were lucky, they’d capture a wolfkin tonight. If luck was truly with them, the wolfkin would eat the meat and fish in the girl’s basket and then herd her to its den. They’d seen this behavior before, probably to eat the prey later or to feed its young.
In the past, Tyler and his hunters hadn’t managed to track a wolfkin back to its den. The bait they’d used—a prisoner picked by the king himself—had died of his injuries before they reached the den. Rather than drag the body, the wolfki
