POV: Nixie
The forest seemed too small.
Too tight.
As if it was in preparation for a crash.
Hunter's hand remained raised in the air, but the wolves around him started moving. I could tell by the roll of their shoulders, the release of their claws, their never-ending observation of me.
Hunted
That was what they saw.
He moved ever so slightly to position himself before me, not obstructing my vision but placing himself as a line which could not be easily swayed.
"This is your final warning," he said calmly. "Cancel those attacks."
Hunter's jaw clamped shut. “You’re between me and my mate.”
"You forfeited that right when you called for her execution," Lyall did not blink.
A murmur ran amongst the wolves. A sense of unease, of surprise. A few of them looked at each other, a moment o
