She was going to kill Teak.
The words were on repeat in her head, she knew what she’d done was wrong. She also knew what it meant. She, like her father, was a Hunter. When she turned to check on Teak, the hair on his neck stood on end as he growled at her in warning.
“Teak, it’s me, Nerina. I’m not going to hurt you.” Was that even true? Could she really say she wasn’t going to hurt him? She’d just murdered her friend. It had been pure instinct. No remorse, no thought whatsoever. There was something nudging her in the back of her mind, and she knew if she allowed her thoughts to surface, she’d be devastated. She couldn’t do that now. No time. The wolf that was Teak backed up, still growling as the fight continued on around them. Nerina could see from her peripheral vision that Victor and
