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CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    The sound of chaos reached her ears long before she arrived back at their camp, and Drucilia raced toward the screams of her pack. She slowed as she reached the edge of the woods, the opening before her filled with violence and desperation. There were two humans to every one of the pack. The wolves were easily holding their own, but that wouldn't last for long. She jolted into the mix, her eyes searching for her sister as she held back from the rage that pushed her to rip someone's throat out.
    Her pack was completely in wolf form; their strength and cunningness increased when they let the animal instinct of their ancient magic run its course. Karis was nowhere to be found in the midst of the fight. Drucilia raced toward their tent, her sister’s muffled screams reaching her as she plowed through and felt her blood run cold. A large man with blood stained clothes was leaning over the girl, his body pressed to hers as he pinned her down.
    Dru morphed into her human form, reaching under her bed for her blade as the man moved to get up, realizing someone else was in the room. Karis screamed out to her as Dru moved with speed that didn't belong to her human form. A quick jerk of her arm, and the blade cut across the man’s throat, almost taking his head from his body. Blood splattered across her naked form, but she ignored it, moving toward her sister and keeping the knife tightly in her grip.
    "Oh my god. Are you okay, Karis?" She sat the knife on the floor in front of her and busied herself with making sure her little sister hadn’t been hurt or truly attacked. The girl lay on the bed, dressed in her nightgown, half of her body still under the covers.
    Karis cried and shook as she sat up and reached for Dru, the two of them clinging to each other. "He … he was going to hurt me. I know it."
    "I know, baby. I'm here now, though. It's going to be okay." Dru pulled back, shaken to the depths of her core. Since her mother and father weren’t here to protect Karis, Dru was all she had, and she'd almost failed her.
    "You saved me, though. I'm okay now. I'm okay, right?" Innocence spread across Karis's features as she looked up.
    Dru pushed Karis’s hair back, blood smearing on the girl’s beautiful face. "Yes, but there is more danger to face. I need you to change into your Lycan form, and let's get out of here." Dru stood up and jerked around as the tent opened, her knife at her feet if needed.
    Mark, an older member of the pack, walked in and looked around. "Oh, thank heavens. I thought something horrible had become of you girls. Quickly, transform and let's be gone. I’ll help to protect you."
    Dru moved back and grabbed her bed sheet, using it to clean herself and to cover herself a little. Most wolves had no sense of modesty, but that didn't mean that standing around naked in front of the males of the pack so close to the full moon was a good idea.
    "Take Karis and protect her, Mark. I'm staying here to help get anyone out that I can." Dru dropped the sheet and moved toward the door.
    Mark reached out to grab her arm. He paused as if he were going to argue with her and then sighed softly, a smile playing on his strong features. "Okay. Just be careful and remember that there are a few Hunters out there. Most of them are silly humans who think they’re on a regular hunting expedition, but the Hunters are far more skilled and able to kill our kind with efficiency."
    "I will. Please protect my sister."
    "I will, rest assured."
    Dru looked back to Karis and winked. "I'll see you later tonight."
    She left without hearing what her sister had to say, her body quickly transforming into her Lycan form. The world before her grew rich in color and scent; her ability to see more clearly, to hear more acutely and to feel the slightest movement of air beside her gave her an advantage that the Hunters would never have.
    She ran toward a female human who had pinned David, one of their elders, to a tree. It