Ophelia snapped her head to the side but found no one standing there, the three wolves behind her stiffened, sensing the approach of the hunter in question.
The pain shooting up her limb was enough to make her head swirl as her vision blurred right before an arrow cleaved through the air, heading straight for one of the wolves standing behind her.
The arrow embedded itself in a tree trunk as the wolf leapt out of the way in a matter of a second and Ophelia whirled around to look at her troop with wide, terrified eyes.
The wolf who had leapt out of the arrow’s way, named Clint, was a raven-pelted beast with hazel eyes. He was tallest out of the three and quickest at all of the hunts that they had experienced together. He was staring at her with pity as well as fear shining in his once pr
