The Drifters Novels & Stories

A pack of males—strangers, not from the Academy—were trailing me with predatory intent. I broke into a run, my instincts screaming of a coming storm. They mirrored my pace instantly. Within seconds, a massive hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my cry for help, while another arm locked around my waist like a vice. Help me! Someone, please! "The moons have blessed us today," one of them rasped, stepping into my line of sight. He traced a dirty finger down my cheek, his scent a foul cocktail of cheap ale and stale tobacco. I thrashed against them, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. These weren't students; they were "Drifters"—lawless wolves who lived on the fringes of the territories. Th