The sound of my heartbeat was echoing in my ears, my pulse thudding erratically in the base of my neck as I tried my best not to move, to remain as still as I possibly could in the circumstances.
I could hear the way the snow sunk away beneath every step that they took, sense the caution with which they were approaching me. They were expecting something—expecting me to move, to attack, to do anything. But they weren’t expecting me to remain still.
Luckily, there were only two of the original four left.
After I had burnt their friend to a crisp, and they had all started to circle me, their intentions of killing me as clear as day, I had known I needed to act fast. I had attacked the man who had spoken with me, the one who wasn’t shifted. I had called him out as the weak link—it was th
