Lena's POV
My blood turned cold. “They’re close,” I whispered.
Jax growled low. “I know.”
Another howl answered the first, then another. They were surrounding us. I could feel it, sense it, like pressure in the air. My vision sharpened suddenly. I could see farther than before, every tree, every shadow, every movement in the storm.
“That’s new,” I breathed.
Jax glanced at me. “Your senses are waking up.”
I barely had time to process that before a figure burst from the trees in front of us. Silver eyes. Dark armor. A hunter.
Damien didn’t slow down. He slammed into the man, sending him flying into a tree with a sickening crack. The hunter didn’t scream. He smiled.
More stepped out around us.
“Run!” Damien shouted.
We did.
Branches tore at my jacket. Snow filled my boots. My lung
