the situation hadn’t been so dire, Sara would have rolled her eyes. Meg was so weak she could barely walk, so Sara lifted Meg’s arm and held it across her shoulders, in an effort to support her sister’s weight, and began moving them away, back the way she had come.
They only managed to gain a few steps before a very large shape leapt into their path and blocked their way. Sara had time for one thought. How?
****
Victor was checking his quiver, when he heard the screams behind him. He had taken another sentry out of the equation and the four that remained were hunting for him with the determination of their species. He paused with his back against the tree, pausing for three long breaths, filling his lungs for the sprint ahead.
Like an arrow himself, he cut through the air with speed, moving as fast as he could towards the sound of screaming, using his free arm to grab hold of the trees and pull himself along even faster. His heart was a steady thrum in his ears and his vision had narrowed in his terror. Move , his mind screamed at him and his human muscles did the best they could to comply as he plowed through the terrain. He nearly missed the flash of human skin racing parallel with him through the trees.
Victor surged to the right and then left in an effort to keep the beast at b ay as his hands fumbled with the bow and arrow. Twice the shifter lunged at him and twice he thwarted it into the trees. The third time the beast leapt for him, his hand gripped tightly around the arrow and he plunged it into the creature’s chest with as much force as he could muster while spinning around sideways. It cried out in pain as the arrow pierced skin, meat and bone, splitting its ribs apart and lodging into its heart. When the shifter finally dropped, Victor almost lost his footing, but somehow he managed to stay upright, keeping his momentum. Three left , he said to himself as the trees blurred by and the screams ahead rose in volume.
He was fumbling for another arrow when the air rushed from his lungs with explosive force and he was barreled backwards as though he had struck a stone wall.
****
Kiru had watched five of his brothers’ die from his perch, high in the tree. He had been charged with the death of the hunter and he would not fail the alpha. The fool was running straight for him. His pace was impeccable as he dropped his weight to the forest floor just in time for the hunter to slam right into him. Kiru held his ground from the impact and watched the hunter’s look of confusion as he struggled for breath that would be long in coming.
“Such hurry,” Kiru said, “and blind to top it off.”
He watched the hunter scramble to his feet. Kiru wanted to savor the hunter’s death, to make it last. He knew his brothers were closing in on his position; he would make a show of it to those lesser in the pack. As they moved in, Kiru s ent a deep throated warning out that said “Back!” He watched his brothers snarl in response, but their feet never moved forward as Kiru circled the hunter, crouching at the ready.
“This one is mine.”
****
Victor could hardly catch his breath as the shifter circled him. He had to force himself to keep his wits about him , as the screams grew more urgent from somewhere in front of him. He followed the shifter with his eyes, slowly spinning as the beast moved around him. He had to stay smart, if he was going to help Sara and Meg and that meant slowing his actions down to a deliberate pace. Each move he made was with purpose as he kept his eyes on the creature, waiting for it to make a try. He had never liked fighting the creatures up close, preferring to let his arrows do his killing from a distance. But at this time, he had no choice and when the shifter finally did make his move, Victor was ready. With a fluid gracefulness, he rolled to the left and pulled his dagger from its sheath at his right side as the beast sprung forward and hit the ground hard where Victor had just
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