Frozen mid-step when a pack of wolves appeared in the front of her, four, to be exact, she stuttered, "Ah, Caidrian, w..what are we gonna do."

By his confused furrow it was obvious Caidrian was at a lost for words but those thoughts were quickly dispelled into rage, when the wolves jumped forward circling him.

Lips peeled back, snapping teeth, there was no mistaking the wolves hunger for flesh. Clare shuddered knocking her head on the tall thin tree, she skittered across the ...