The Hunting Game

POV Cleo.

The freezing air slaps my face the second I step out of Piper’s small car. Frost crunches beneath my boots. The dark forest looms ahead of us, a massive wall of ancient pines and twisting oaks. Shadows stretch long and deep across the uneven ground. Hundreds of chattering members of the Ember pack swarm the clearing. Laughter and excited shouts bounce off the tree trunks. The raw scent