Malik’s POV

I was by the western border, alone with two of our best scouts when it struck. A movement from the corner of my vision, sudden and impossible to track. One second we were walking and the next was pain, a sharp blow to my side send me crashing to the ground

Instincts took over as I rolled to my feet, sensing the shadow again, it was a fluid shape that belonged to any wolf I had trained or known, I lunged forward, my claws out and fangs bared but it was gone, melting into the ...