Nate's pov
The air was filled with a sickening metallic smell. I’d smelled it before, too many times—blood. My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me to move faster than my brothers. I could also smell…fear—Daisy’s fear. I pushed through the thick bush, ignoring the thorns that caught my clothes. My only thought was to reach her.
I burst into the small clearing. The scene that unfolded before me stole the air from my lungs. Daisy lay on the ground; her wolf form was limp and unconscious. A bit of her fur was ripped away, revealing a small cut. Her breathing was ragged and shallow. Raw rage filled me instantly. These…these hunters had done this to her.
I turned my gaze to the five hunters. Luckily, my brothers arrived seconds later. Their faces mirrored my horror, ch
