Ronan's POV
The arrow whizzed past my ear and buried itself in the tree behind me.
"Get down!" I yelled to my soldiers as more arrows flew through the air.
We'd been walking back from our patrol when the onslaught started. Twenty hunters emerged out of nowhere, their silver guns glinting in the moonlight.
"How many?" Marcus shouted from behind a fallen wood.
"Too many!" I drew out my sword and rolled behind a boulder. "Where's our backup?"
"Still ten minutes away!"
A hunter sprang over my rock with a battle yell. I swung my sword upward and caught him across the chest. He tumbled backward with a yell.
More kept coming. These weren't ordinary hunters either. They moved like they'd been taught for years. Their weapons were wrapped with some kind of poison that made my flesh burn when it went close.
"Ronan!" Marcus pointed toward the hill. "Look!"
