Adrian P.O. V

I hid behind a frost-covered branch, carefully watching as my prey, the fleet-footed mountain goat, struggled to find food under the snow.

I didn't have a long list of things I was good at, but when it came to hunting, back home and out here in the wild, I hadn't come across anyone who surpassed my ability.

As soon as it stopped to lick the snow off its fur, I immediately sprang into action, my paws barely leaving behind a footprint as I ran with high speed, the wind rushing ...