Dawnlark Plains I drew that glass across his neck, fine as any blade.

A second wolf arrives. Riley’s position tensed; he instinctively put space between the duo and himself.

He was now disadvantaged. While Mulherin appeared young, even teenagers had teeth — and Riley was in no position to afford injury. Plus, the red she-wolf seemed possessive of him by the way she pressed herself between the two of them.

He glanced beyond them, mapping a potential escape route. For several seconds, he struggled to manage a reply. Nothing. I was hunting. He put several more paces between them, beginning to pull off in a different direction to avoid conflict.