The picturesque scene of a snowy, sleepy town in popular fiction was a big fat lie. Neva cursed as she struggled to run on the path covered with thick, slippery snow. She supposed she could stop and beat the hell out of the two creatures chasing her. Her training was good enough to defend herself. But if there were more than two, she’d be in trouble. And she had no idea what kind of creatures were following her.
As Moss always said, run first and fight only when absolutely necessary. Moss’s best asset to her as a trainer was his wise advice. He couldn’t give her much martial arts training because her capabilities were limited. But she had beaten all other candidates to date except for Sedna and Keeve. She thought she was a true contender for this leadership.
Through the curtain of snow,
