Haunted Wood If you build it, he will come

He leered at her, every bit of his demeanor threatening. Although Wildfire shrank back from him, she did not avert her eyes. They remained riveted to his face, partly because she was afraid to look away but also to show him that she was prepared to stand up for herself. She wasn't a Warrior apprentice for nothing. If he thought he could catch and kill her easily, he was dead wrong. Wildfire might look like easy prey, yet she was stronger and wilier than she appeared.

With that said, she knew that she wouldn't stand a chance in direct combat. She would have to outsmart him, outrun him or both. Calling for help simply wasn't an option. Even if she had the vocal chords for it (they were nothing but scar tissue), it was too risky. She was on her own and would need to find a way out of this situation to save her own skin. This knowledge made her heart thud in her chest, probably loud enough for Sebastian's "evil twin" to hear.

"I'm not afraid of you," she lied, sounding much bolder than she felt. "I'm not telling you anything except that he's my friend and he—and everyone else in my pack—will kill you if you try to do anything to me." Her ears fell back as she spoke, her amber eyes narrowing slightly. "My mom and dad weren't far behind me. You better go before they get here," Wildfire fibbed, hoping this soft threat would make him back off her.