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Decision made, she shifted and grabbed the knife the man had dropped, plunging it into his upper back just below his shoulder, driving it into the earth so he was pinned.
He howled, a sound of pain and rage that made the predator in her sing with savage pleasure.
“It looks like we’re not needed,” a soft voice said.
She tensed, having not even sensed the male’s arrival. A split second later, her subconscious having already cataloged who it was, she peered at the approaching male from the corner of her eye.
Something within her sang in happiness, even as part of her tensed, ready for rejection.
“Saint. I didn’t know you would be here.”
Her brother draped something over her shoulders before replying. The scent of family, of home, spoke to the ache deep inside. “I’ve never been one to miss a party, sister. If you want to cover up, I can handle this mess.”
She grimaced, the most primitive part of her not wanting to give up what the wolf saw as her prey, but she forced herself upright with a nod.
Another movement had her turning.
The dark-haired male who emerged from the shadows held her gaze for a long, intense moment.
“Etan.”
Her other brother offered a hesitant smile, too many unspoken things hanging between them. After a moment, he gave her a terse nod before lifting his head to the air, scenting the wind. “Shale. He’s injured. Badly.”
“Yes.” She hurried to the place she’d dragged his body, ignoring the little pains that were starting to make themselves known. “There’s another one out there. But I think he’s already out of reach.”
Etan and Saint both slid her assessing looks even as Etan moved to her side, already taking in Shale’s injured body.
“How do you know?” It was Saint who spoke. “I scent nothing.”
But she had no way to explain it.
While she was still struggling to answer, a faint sound caught her attention. She wasn’t the only one who turned its direction, either. Both of her brothers did, Etan taking note before either she or Saint—his hearing had always been the most acute of all of them.
“It’s coming from the Hollow,” Saint said. “Somebody else must have felt that... message from you. We sure as hell did.”
“Message... ” She stopped shaking her head as she rose to her full height, her gut telling her it was safe. Saint had one knee drilled into the back of the man she’d taken down and the other one was in the wind.
There was no time left to talk anyway.
A ripple along her spine was the only warning she had before a tall form tore through the trees to spill into the small clearing where she and Shale had stopped to talk.
Golden eyes raked over her from a height of at least seven feet, teeth glinting as his lips peeled back to release a horrifying sound that could never be described as anything so simple as a growl.
