A low, guttural sound reached his ears.

A wolf.

It stood in the dim moonlight, hunched over something on the ground, tearing into it with slow, deliberate bites. The metallic scent of blood hit Jayden like a punch to the gut. His stomach twisted as he stepped closer, his breathing ragged.

Then he saw it.

The thing beneath the wolf wasn’t just some animal carcass. It was a body. A human body.

His chest tightened, and without thinking, he opened his mouth to ...