"To think we would meet again..."
Through the visor of his helmet, Adam stared at the wound he had inflicted on the great silver wolf. The scar still marked its face, an irregular groove between the shiny fur, a clear reminder of the time that beast had almost taken his life.
The wolf recognized him.
His silver eyes flashed with unsettling intelligence, and a deep, low growl vibrated in his throat, threatening.
The sound was not directed at Adam.
It was directed at the others.
The lightning wolves and silver trolls that remained shuddered. They instinctively backed away, bowing their heads to the authority implied in that roar, before quickly dispersing, abandoning the place as if his presence alone was enough to decide that this hunt would be personal.
Now only the two of them remained.
"So you don't want your prey to be snatched away... right?"
