Asher
I gritted my teeth, the adrenaline kicking in. The rogue hunter had played its games long enough. Tonight, it ended one way or another. The forest was unnaturally silent as I crouched behind a cluster of thick undergrowth. The trap was set a few feet away, ready for its culprit.
I could feel the rogue hunter nearby. His scent was faint carried on the soft breeze that rustled the leaves, but it was unmistakable. A musky, bitter odor that reeked of pure malice. Dean stirred restlessly within me, eager to confront the rogue.
“Dean, are you ready?” I questioned, watching every direction, wondering where the hunter would come from.
He was tricky, fast and cunning, but I was definitely more cunning and that was why I knew this plan would work. Minutes ticked by, stretching endlessly a
