we came through the sensory overload hit - the acceptance of

ic, terrified heartbeat of a mouse burying itself in the roots. Beneath that, the heavy, rhythmic thud of Finn's heart sounded like a war drum, steady and dangerously calm. The air tas

lling a small, obsidia

sly, staring deep into his eyes causing hi

that thick, dominant fog f

g more than wet earth and old ash". Finn's eyes flashed a dangerous gold. He didn't want me masked; he want

tle and ash. I looked over to Finn. His eyes filled with conflict. He growl

hing that proves she's aliv

n's trackers catch a whiff of the Silver Blood, they won't

Survival was of the utmost. I cautiously dabbed th

be hiding your scent. You should be blending it with mine. I am

to scent-mark, Finn. No

redatory offense. His nostrils flared, trying to chase the last w

ot a permanent state." He didn't look reassured. He looked

et out a breath I hadn't re

ined was the Dead Zone - a neutral territory inhabited

ver and grey, sharp as a photograph. I could see th

iding off a fern fifty yards away, and beneath it all, the heavy, rhythmic thud

rom my mind. 'How many of your kin

nn froze in his tracks. He turned t

How many 'kin' did you hunt fo

cold eyes of a killer

that makes me a monster in your eyes, fine. But I'm the monster

ground. How could my so called f

for threats in the distance. Kaelin's army wa

r threadline being pulling taut. Finn was so focused on loo

anymore; I was a kinetic force. I slammed into Finn's chest, t

l net hissed through the air, landing exactly where he had just been

straddling him in the mud. Heat rushed

would have burned through my

a legendary Hound, you have

energy shot through my body as I felt him between my legs. The contact was electric, a searing heat that threatened to m

ible, but it can't hide the heat of you."