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and black speckled fur as the one who’d tried to attack me on various occasions. Smaller than the other two, but just as fierce looking.
“We were so not ready to capture, or fight these predators,” Trent whispered. “Better to retreat and live to fight another day.”
“I agree. Let’s go. Now .” I tugged on his arm and quietly backed away.
Trent treaded softly behind me. I didn’t relax until we reached the lake where our cars were parked on the slope. The remnants of bleak clouds drifted lazily, but to the north, sundown was fast approaching. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and the bright screen flashed the time, almost seven-thirty. Sweat prickled my scalp. Anxiety tightened my stomach into a writhing ball.
My hands fisted. “Were you trying to get us killed? Or are you just that dense?” I wanted to punch him. Instead, I chucked the flashlight at him.
Trent ducked and fetched the light. “Shiloh, relax. I thought all this training we were doing was so you could handle this type of paranormal stuff.”
“Yeah, but now when it’s three against two in a dark cave with only one freakin’ exit!” I snapped.
“Okay! Calm down. Nothing happened.” Trent hunched his shoulders. “You know, after going into that cave, something tells me that Daniel’s story isn’t some old legend.”
I didn’t answer, just shifted my weight uncomfortably and touched the gemstone around my neck, the Tiger’s eye suddenly so warm it reddened my fingers.
“If we hunt the lycans together—”
“Do you even know anything about hunting them?” I interrupted. “It’s not like these are ordinary animals.”
“ I know . First you need to find an area with a good vantage point, tether an animal as bait, and wait with your shotgun loaded with silver bullets.”
Okay, so he did know more about hunting things than I did.
“We’ll talk about it with Evans.” I sighed and reigned in my anger. “Um, do you think Daniel knew about the lycans being in that cave?”
Trent kicked at the ground with his shoe. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Spine-chilling howls pierced the impending dusk. The lycans were awake.
My witchy senses immediately went on high-alert. I touched my scar, the old wound tingling. The tiger’s eye was a balmy spot on my skin.
Something big and heavy thrashed in the underbrush. Then a shape emerged on the far side of the lake. I gasped before my lungs stopped working.
Holy, lycan puppies.
Trent moved closer and caught my hand. His fingers wrapped around mine.
The monstrous wolf approaching the meadow stared with radiant gold eyes. A glint of intelligence shone in its deadly glare. The lycan wasn’t acting on instinct. No, it had the power to reason. And that made it very, very dangerous.
“Time to get our butts moving, Trent,” I whispered.
Trent didn’t move. “Just…wait a minute.”
My pulse raced. “For what? To become wolf chow?”
The giant wolf licked its lips, a snarl rumbling from its throat. The lycan’s golden gaze locked with Trent’s equally unfaltering green stare. The lycan snarled again.
I stole a glance at Trent. He glared at the lycan, his face set, his mouth a thin line. His eyes flickered from emerald to black. The taut muscles of his jaw flexed and he barely blinked.
What the flying Fig Newton was he doing? Challenging it?
I turned back to the lycan. Squinting, I swore I’d glimpsed what could pass for an evil smile on its face before the lycan’s head jerked to the right. A twig snapped. Two deer stood frozen, ears pricked, at the edge of the water. They must’ve been getting a drink when the lycan appeared. The huge wolf raised its muzzle upward, its furry body silvered by the setting sun. The deer escaped into the woods and the lycan whirled on its haunches and loped after them.
“Uh, Trent, I think we’d better get the hell outta here.” My voice cracked, reedy against the onslaught of melodious howling.
“Yeah. Time to go.”
We crested
“We were so not ready to capture, or fight these predators,” Trent whispered. “Better to retreat and live to fight another day.”
“I agree. Let’s go. Now .” I tugged on his arm and quietly backed away.
Trent treaded softly behind me. I didn’t relax until we reached the lake where our cars were parked on the slope. The remnants of bleak clouds drifted lazily, but to the north, sundown was fast approaching. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and the bright screen flashed the time, almost seven-thirty. Sweat prickled my scalp. Anxiety tightened my stomach into a writhing ball.
My hands fisted. “Were you trying to get us killed? Or are you just that dense?” I wanted to punch him. Instead, I chucked the flashlight at him.
Trent ducked and fetched the light. “Shiloh, relax. I thought all this training we were doing was so you could handle this type of paranormal stuff.”
“Yeah, but now when it’s three against two in a dark cave with only one freakin’ exit!” I snapped.
“Okay! Calm down. Nothing happened.” Trent hunched his shoulders. “You know, after going into that cave, something tells me that Daniel’s story isn’t some old legend.”
I didn’t answer, just shifted my weight uncomfortably and touched the gemstone around my neck, the Tiger’s eye suddenly so warm it reddened my fingers.
“If we hunt the lycans together—”
“Do you even know anything about hunting them?” I interrupted. “It’s not like these are ordinary animals.”
“ I know . First you need to find an area with a good vantage point, tether an animal as bait, and wait with your shotgun loaded with silver bullets.”
Okay, so he did know more about hunting things than I did.
“We’ll talk about it with Evans.” I sighed and reigned in my anger. “Um, do you think Daniel knew about the lycans being in that cave?”
Trent kicked at the ground with his shoe. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Spine-chilling howls pierced the impending dusk. The lycans were awake.
My witchy senses immediately went on high-alert. I touched my scar, the old wound tingling. The tiger’s eye was a balmy spot on my skin.
Something big and heavy thrashed in the underbrush. Then a shape emerged on the far side of the lake. I gasped before my lungs stopped working.
Holy, lycan puppies.
Trent moved closer and caught my hand. His fingers wrapped around mine.
The monstrous wolf approaching the meadow stared with radiant gold eyes. A glint of intelligence shone in its deadly glare. The lycan wasn’t acting on instinct. No, it had the power to reason. And that made it very, very dangerous.
“Time to get our butts moving, Trent,” I whispered.
Trent didn’t move. “Just…wait a minute.”
My pulse raced. “For what? To become wolf chow?”
The giant wolf licked its lips, a snarl rumbling from its throat. The lycan’s golden gaze locked with Trent’s equally unfaltering green stare. The lycan snarled again.
I stole a glance at Trent. He glared at the lycan, his face set, his mouth a thin line. His eyes flickered from emerald to black. The taut muscles of his jaw flexed and he barely blinked.
What the flying Fig Newton was he doing? Challenging it?
I turned back to the lycan. Squinting, I swore I’d glimpsed what could pass for an evil smile on its face before the lycan’s head jerked to the right. A twig snapped. Two deer stood frozen, ears pricked, at the edge of the water. They must’ve been getting a drink when the lycan appeared. The huge wolf raised its muzzle upward, its furry body silvered by the setting sun. The deer escaped into the woods and the lycan whirled on its haunches and loped after them.
“Uh, Trent, I think we’d better get the hell outta here.” My voice cracked, reedy against the onslaught of melodious howling.
“Yeah. Time to go.”
We crested
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