MIKHAIL
The silence was loud. The only thing screaming in my ears was the sound of my heartbeat—the suspenseful sound that comes before the war cry breaks out.
Was my heart poised for the attack?
“Easy there boy,” I whispered to the horse, my hand stroking through its mane, trying to steady it from crossing the very obvious bobby trap.
I have moved more than six miles past the moon claw pack, and I was right, something about the water felt like it was the right track to take.
My wolf huffed and puffed around in my mind, his restlessness almost sending me over the edge.
I narrowed my eyes, taking in the sight around me, Someone was hiding by the trees, watching me— trying to see if I was a threat or just a lost fellow passing through.
It was obvious that whoever was there had no idea of who I was. To him, or her, I was just some lonely wolf on a journey.
A branch creaked, and from a distance, I noticed some men walking out, armed with weapons.
“Hi there,” I said in a calm tone, raising
