Eryx POV
I walked through the forest. I felt the crunch of leaves underneath my feet.
The air felt off, and I prepared myself in a stance. But the air cooled down, and I no longer felt that weird feeling anymore.
I slowed without meaning to; my steps were more deliberate. The air carried too many scents, and I couldn’t identify if the enemy was here or not, but I walked slowly anyway.
My wolf stirred uneasily.
I shifted my weight, scanning the trees. But I felt it, eyes on me. The hairs along my spine lifted.
I turned, but it was already too late.
The first hit came from the side, bone-shaking and brutal. I barely had time to react before another slammed into my back, knocking the breath from my lungs. I rolled, snapping, claws flashing, catching fur and flesh. Howls cut through the
