She moved toward him. “Wait! Where are you going?”
He bared his teeth and growled. She needed to obey him for her own safety. Bwanbale had warned him that human females could be stubborn. Their gazes locked as he waited to see if she would challenge him again. She stayed put, her green eyes still full of fear and uncertainty. Only when he was certain she would not try to follow him did he slip down the tree and leave.
Thorne raced back to where the attack had happened. As he reached the small clearing, he peered through a tangle of foliage at the bodies still lying upon the ground. He rested his palms on the latticework of vines that ran like pale veins through the vast emerald sea of the trees.
A heavy stillness settled around this place of death. It reminded him of the place where old
