Rex Pov
I did not shift, but my left hand went flat against the iron pipe at my thigh and the metal was entirely cold against my bare skin.
"Step back into the yard, Hagar."
Hagar stopped by a large cedar trunk, his thin shoulders jerking up as he turned his face toward the moon glare. "The logging huts have three deer hanging from the rafters, Rex."
"The WolfTrail ledger has your name until Sunday morning."
"The ledger won't fill the soup pot tonight," the second hunter muttered, his teeth clicking together while he pulled his leather belt tighter.
"Urdon wants to see the three of you in the hall."
"We are not going back to the grease water."
I stepped right between the cedar trunk and the forest trail, my knuckles aching from the tight grip on my iron rod. Hagar looked down at my dried blood patches and then at the dark house steps where Freda was standing with her broom spear held straight.
