CHAPTER 1
Wounded and now fueled by anger and fury, she flew across the desert sands in hunt of her prey. He wouldn't escape, not this time.
Facing each other menacingly, they each waited in silence for the other to make a move. He would give in; he, of all people, knew what this wolf would do to protect her new pack, and he didn't have a fighting chance.
Something was wrong though.
The hammer clicked into position against the cold metal revolver. He aimed carefully then pulled the trigger. That meager thing wouldn't hurt this wolf though, unless…
It darted across the air, slicing through it with precise deadliness.
Stringfellow Hawke, her new master, reached downward with his thumb, knowing that one missile would take care of that pesky bullet and their prey, the one that had caused him so much pain and grief. But nothing happened. Then, before any move could be made to prevent it, the single bullet went through the mid-air refueling intake and Airwolf crumpled to the ground in a massive, flaming fireball.