Lily Carter POV
"Get down!"
Brock shoved me into the snow as an arrow whistled over our heads. It thudded into a tree stem inches from where I'd been standing.
"Move!" he growled, pulling me by the arm. We crashed through the underbrush, sprinting between trees as more arrows flew past us.
This wasn't the hunting trip I'd expected.
Three hours earlier, Brock had arrived at my door at dawn. His face was grim. "Get your boots. We're going hunting."
"Now? But the lost pups—"
"Every search party is looking for them," he cut me off. "My father thinks you need safety. I'm it for today."
I wanted to argue, but the wooden symbol with the bone face weighed heavy in my pocket. Emma and Timmy had been missing for twelve hours. The masked dogs wanted me to make some strange choice, but no one knew what they meant.
Now, running for our lives, I understood this wasn't about protection at all.
"Stop," I gasped after we'd put space between us and the arrows. "Who's shooting at us?"
