He focused on his hunt so hard, he almost stepped on the mouse. It squeaked at him and he snapped it up and swallowed without thinking. The sounds carried through the chilled air. Irma's weight shifted as she lifted her head. She knew something was wrong. Her movement told him exactly where she lay. He bounded through the last screen of grass and landed in a crouch in front of her nose. The fire in his belly wanted to rip out her throat. His head wanted answers

"Don't get up," Nick ...