Chapter 28

Karrick crouched in the undergrowth, his long claws digging into the damp earth. The scent of the humans was thick, a cloying mixture of sweat, cooked meat, and the metallic tang of blood that already stained the clearing. He was a Nazareth Beast, a creature of the hunt, and tonight the forest was a banquet. He ignored the larger, armored males—the ones who carried the heavy steel and smelled of woodsmoke. They were too much effort for a first taste. Nearby, a packmate lunged from the shadows,...