Kneeling, I touched the boy’s forehead and unleashed my power to finish the job. Pain stabbed through my chest. His screams intensified as I let him see my protectors, and he flailed while Hell and Hound jumped in to feast, but all my attention was still on her. A plan unfolded before me. It would work. It had to. I was the hunter of my generation because I knew how to play the long game—I always caught my prey. I’m going to devour her.
