When Milo Morai, the Undying High Lord, and his Horseclans warriors found the tower ruins, theywelcomed it as the perfect citadel from which to hold off the packs of ravenous wolves eager far theirblood. But the ancient building hid a secret far more dangerous than either wolves or any human foe, forin its depths waited The Hunter — the penultimate product of genetic experimentation gone wild, one ofthe few descendants at a powerful breed that had long outlasted its human creators.
The Hunter — who, with fang, claw, and blood-chilling speed would challenge the Undying Lord himselfto a battle to the death!
The first two-leg, slightly crouched above her tracks, came abreast of The Hunter,then passed her. Thencame two more two-legs, each grasping one of the horn-covered sticks that threw the deadly little blacksticks; them, too, she allowed to pass.
The fourth was bigger than the others, which most likely meant he was the leader of the pack, thoughtThe Hunter. Soundless as death, The Hunter hurled her weight upon this pack-leader. She growled deepsatisfaction at the snapping of the neck. The warning had been given, first blood had been drawn,deathhad struck a blow at the Horseclans!
Icy-toothed wind soughed through the denuded branches of the overhanging trees, increasing the chill ofan already-frigidday. Somewhere within the forest a branch exploded with the sharp crack of a pistolshot.
