Seconds later, something rustled in the brush beside us. Something big.

The sound froze my blood and hesitated my steps. An animal, maybe one that would hurt us. I was so, so tired of being threatened.

Aimes, unable to shift, plunged into the brush anyway. My heart seized, though he was the last person I should have been afraid for.

There were sounds of a brief tussle before he emerged - and in his hand hung a dead rabbit which he flung at my feet. ...