NINETEEN
Rosa headed for the clearing where she'd laid her trap, figuring it was as good a place to start as any. If the knight had heard from the Baron's men that they'd tracked the wolf that far, then he might have had the same idea as she had.
A scream told her she was heading in the right direction. The wolf had caught something tonight, though that hadn't sounded human.
It was not yet full dark, but the shadows beneath the tree canopy hid much. She flew lower to get a closer look.
Her blood froze in her veins at the sight of not one wolf, but at least a dozen, tearing at their prey, which appeared to be a large buck. No, a horse, she realised with deepening horror.
The knight's horse.
The man could not be far away.
As if reading her thought, a tree shuddered violently to
