Victoria reached the far shore of the pond just as the first werewolf appeared at the water's edge. Even in wolf form, she could tell it was Riley by the distinctive white patch on his chest. He paused, scenting the air, his head tilting as he caught the lingering musk of the wild wolf pack.
For a moment, hunter and prey stared at each other across the dark water. Then Riley threw back his head and howled—a sound that was answered immediately by at least three other voices from different directions.
Victoria didn't wait to see how many would respond. She plunged into the forest, branches tearing at her wet clothes and exposed skin. Behind her, she heard the splash of paws entering water, the determined pursuit of a predator that had found its quarry.
The trees here were older, their can
