The silver stag isn't just a deer it is also a
shimmering, supernatural middle finger to my sanity. It flashes through the underbrush like a streak of moonlight, and the moment it appears, Silas and Malakai turn into Olympic sprinters with a grudge.
"Ivy, stay behind the mossy rock!" Julian shouts, diving behind a bush himself. "I have a portable defibrillator and I’m not afraid to use it on myself if I have a panic attack!"
I ignore him, scrambling up a ridge to watch the c*****e. Below me, Silas is a blur of raw power, his muscles rippling as he vaults over fallen logs. Malakai is right beside him, moving with a fluid, terrifying elegance, his white hair whipping in the wind. They aren't even hunting the stag anymore; they are hunting each other’s egos.
"Too slow, Shadow Alpha!" Ma
