SERAPHINA
Ronan said he took care of the hunter then who was this?
Phina growled in my mind, “It seems there were two hunters in this trial!”
I clenched my fists. This was a disaster. Twists were expected in a trial but the timing could not be worse. It was already dawn! And the hunter was living up to his name.
Ronan and the hunter were a blur of claws and fury.
I could barely keep up, my eyes straining to follow the deadly choreography unfolding in front of me. Every time I thought I caught the edge of a movement, another strike came from a different angle, faster, sharper, impossibly precise. The sounds were sickening: the clash of bone against bone, the hiss of air whistling around claws that could tear through skin and soul alike, and the low, guttural growls that rumbled from
