Would they prove deadly foes to the people of the horseclans—or their most valued allies?
When Milo Morai, the Undying High Lord, and his Horseclans warriors found the tower ruins, they welcomed it as the perfect citadel from which to hold off the packs of ravenous wolves eager for their blood. But the ancient building hid a secret far more dangerous than either wolves or any human foe, for in its depths waited The Hunter—the penultimate product of genetic experimentation gone wild, one of the few descendants of 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 himself to a battle to the death!
The first two-leg, slightly crouched above her tracks, came abreast of The Hunter, then passed her. Then came two more two-legs, each grasping one of the horn-covered sticks that threw the deadly little black sticks; them, too, she allowed to pass.
The fourth was bigger than the others, which most likely meant he was the leader of the pack, thought The Hunter. Soundless as death, The Hunter hurled her weight upon this pack-leader. She growled deep satisfaction at the snapping of the neck. The warning had been given, first blood had been drawn, death had struck a blow at the Horseclans!