Ethlyn immediately shifted into her human form as a searing pain shot through her arms when she fell to the ground. Gritting her teeth, she glanced at her right arm, which was now bleeding. The fact that the bullets used to shoot her were coated with wolfsbane didn't bode well for her.

‘Hunters,’ she hissed, realizing she had walked right into a trap due to her hungry stomach. She lay still on the ground, feigning death, hoping that her assailants would reveal themselves. The absence of Cinder, her wolf, meant she couldn't detect them, and she suspected they had used herbs to mask their scent.

“Why isn't she moving? Did...