✦Riven✦
The second hunter crossed the outer road just after midnight. I felt him before I saw him. Not because of magic. Hunters didn't call it magic when it lived in our blood and weapons. We called it training, instinct, inheritance.
Lies with better names.
The ring on my hand cooled until it hurt. A warning. A recognition.
Marked blood nearby.
I left the motel quietly. Or I tried to. The wolf assigned to watch me stepped away from the wall.
“Going somewhere?”
“Just for a walk,"
“At midnight?”
“I’m dramatic," I said, but he did not laugh. Skaydal wolves had terrible humor when guarding a confessed hunter. “I will be back,” I said.
“You aren't free," he reminded me. "So, if you so desperately want to go for a walk, I’m coming with you,"
“No,"
"Again, you aren't free. Alpha Gra
