The wolves had torn her skin off… but she still wouldn’t let go of the baby. When the Apache found her in the desert, he realized she hadn’t come to save lives… but to join a hunt.
Nahuel narrowed his eyes. The man in front raised a rifle with a red ribbon tied to the barrel. It wasn’t an ornament. It was a brand. A sign that Nahuel hadn’t seen in years, but that remained stuck in his memory like an old thorn. Mercer’s Hunters. Men paid to hunt, clean, disappear. They…
