Compilation Of Short Stories
He wore only a pair of rough-spun trousers, and the power in his corded arms and broad chest was not merely that of a warrior, but of something primal and untamed.
“Little hunter,” his voice was a deep rumble, like stones grinding together deep in the earth. “You are far from your hearth.”
She tightened her grip on her axe, though it suddenly felt like a child’s toy. “I came for the beast.”
A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips, revealing the faint hint of elongated canines. “And you have found him. My name is Zander. This is my domain. You trespass.”
“You’ve been killing,” she accused, holding her ground though every instinct screamed at her to run.