Magnus's POV
The hunters shifted, surrounding them tighter. Magnus immediately tasted his own blood on his tongue, trying with all his might to stay where he stood.
For a beat, the two groups simply stared at each other. Even the forest seemed to be holding its breath as it waited for what was about to happen.
Until Xavier stepped forward just enough for his voice to reach them. "We're not here to take anything," he said. "We're just taking back what's always been ours. If you know where she might be, tell us right away. If you don't, then please stand aside…"
The hunter's sneer deepened; then he spat on the ground as if disgusted by the idea of letting go that easily.
Magnus finally flexed his fingers. His wolf rumbled, close to breaking free. He watched the hunter's hand nearly reach for his blade.
He knew that whatever came next, the night had already shifted. This was no longer just a hunt — it was a test that could end with one of them dead and the others surviving.
