032 | Fox

Rhiannon’s POV

I sat frozen, waiting for the inevitable, my ears straining to hear the sounds of movement, until I couldn’t take it any longer. I wasn’t some sitting duck that just let bad things happen to me without fighting back.

I stood up, wriggling my hands and toes until some feeling came back into them. The cold had seeped down into my bones and was reluctant to leave.

“Is somebody there?” I snarled, my hands balling into fists.

Nobody answered. I turned back and forth on the spot, trying to spy out a poison dart or arrow between the tree trunks. Alpha Caleb hadn’t exactly been forthcoming when it came to how poor Sam had been poisoned, so I had to be prepared for anything. Or maybe the poisoning was a one off, and I needed to be ready for a good old-fashioned werewolf fight.

The soft pad of paws slunk over the snow.

I got ready to shift.

Then Tiger started to laugh. ‘Smell that?’ she said.

With a frown I sniffed the air. ‘Rabbit, rodent, fox. But…’

‘But no werewolf. It’s a w