Dare

It’s the kind of night made for stealth.

The kind of night made for tracking down witches and destroying each and every one of them before they can find a way to penetrate pack lands.

The landscape flashes by at warp speed, and my paws thunder against the ground. I live for this shit—this freedom, the wild air, the heady scent of dirt.

The chase.

I skid to a stop in a small clearing just beyond the barrier line and lift my nose to the air. I can smell her—the witch that’s been testing the boundaries of our sigils. She has a cold scent, calculating and authoritarian, like she’s...