POVs: Nixie
The cry came again.
Closer
Cut through the forest like a knife, its edge so sharp it made my skin prickle and my gut turn over in disgust. I didn’t need a warning from Lyall in order to understand what it was, either. I recognized it, knew it, had been raised on it.
A hunt call.
Lyall’s shoulders squared as he turned to face the source of the noise. The loose ease he had exhibited merely moments before was gone now, replaced by a colder, more brittle quality.
“They're organizing,” he said quietly. “Not panicking. That’s bad.”
My chest constricted. “Hunter.”
He looked at me, his jaw muscles flexing once. “Yes.”
The word settled thickly between us.
A second howl responded to the first, and a third. Different voices. Different wolves. The sounds layered the night, the fo
