The Wild Hunt circled around the pack house like starlight vultures.
“Keep your eyes off them,” Lilith told Tamara, turning her face away from the riders. “They'll snatch your thoughts if you stare too long.”
Tamara felt Kai's wolf stir through their bond. His need to protect her was strong, it made her teeth hurt. He shifted her behind him, his body ready to change.
“They can't get in,” Elder Aldric said, sounding unsure. “The house has protection spells.”
A horn blared again. The windows vibrated.
Then, suddenly, the Wild Hunt stopped. The ghost riders turned their eyeless horses toward the forest, as if listening.
“What are they—” Marcus began.
Then gunfire ripped through the trees.
Not the magical c***k of supernatural weapons, but real guns. Human guns.
“Hunters,” Kai growled
