Victoria fed the fire methodically, keeping one eye on the encircling wolves and the other on her dwindling supply of fuel. The flames had been burning for nearly an hour, and the larger branches were almost consumed. Soon she'd be down to twigs and bark—not enough to maintain the barrier that kept the pack at bay.
Thomas had settled into a patient crouch directly across from her, his pale fur almost ghostly in the firelight. The other wolves—she counted five now—maintained their positions around the clearing's perimeter. Waiting. They had all night, and they knew it.
But Victoria had been thinking during the stalemate, her mind racing through everything Aidan had taught her about pack dynamics and werewolf behavior. They were treating this like a normal hunt, following Thomas's lead bec
