Natalia
Andrei emerged from the shadows in his wolf form, his fur so black it was almost impossible to make out any details other than those eerie, glowing green eyes. He was massive, even larger than I remembered, and moved not toward the bull elk—but rather toward me.
“Andrei,” I said, taking a step backwards, “the elk went that way. You’re wasting time here.”
He didn’t move toward the direction I pointed. Instead, he padded closer, circling me like prey. My back hit the rough bark of an oak tree, and I realized he’d herded me there on purpose. Trapped between him and the tree, I had nowhere to run.
“This isn’t funny,” I snapped, hoping he couldn’t hear the pounding of my heart. “The hunt—”
But he was already shifting. Within seconds, Andrei stood before me in human form, his huntin
