Jayan, Renz, and Selene could do nothing but stare at Viola. Their minds scrambled to piece together the anomaly of her survival, trying desperately to figure out the mystery that surrounded her.
But the mental puzzle was instantly shattered by a sound that made the hairs on the arms of every hunter present stand on end.
Footsteps.
They were heavy, deliberate, and echoed with an ominous resonance.
Instinctively, the trio whipped around, their weapons half-raised as they faced the dense perimeter of the subterranean trees. From the oppressive gloom, a shadow began to manifest. It didn't rush. It didn't stalk like a beast. It moved with the terrifying confidence of a predator that knew it had absolutely nothing to fear.
As the figure slowly stepped through the foliage and into their line of sight, the breath caught in Jayan's throat.
