When Blood Speaks

The snow has settled on the mountains of Jefferson National Park. Ankles buried deep in slush, Lily steps out of her cozy cabin, bow in hand, arrows slung across her back. Another routine hunt-until she spots something dark beneath an ancient willow oak.
She doesn’t flinch when her prey arrives. A steady breath, a sharp eye, and her arrow finds its mark. But as she moves to collect her kill, a shadow shifts beneath the tree-something watching.
Something that will change everything.