For Hunt, there was only Bryce, bleeding and hurt. Bryce, who’d made that brash run for the sword, probably thinking it was her only shot. Bryce, who’d gotten to her feet anyway, and planned to go down swinging. Bryce, his mate. The three hounds merged back into one. Readying for the killing blow. Hunt landed in the dirt beside her and let out a bellow that shook the Gate itself.
