Owlyn’s pov
“Where are we going?” I whispered to Vincent.
He huffed, “we need to regroup. This was not supposed to happen.”
“Did you know he was a hunter?” If he knew I would be furious. I was getting sick of him keeping things from me.
“No, not technically. We knew there was something different about him, we just never knew what. However, that was not my first run in with some of those hunters.” His anger flooded our bond.
“What is your plan?” I stumbled over branches and his grip tightened on my hand. I hissed in pain.
“SHUT UP WOMAN! Stop asking ridiculous questions!” He snapped at me, I stumbled again and he yanked me up. “Stupid woman, you can’t even walk without tripping. Damn klutz.”
Now my own anger coursed through my body. I ripped my hand out of his and he turned to l
