Prologue
Skye ran as fast as she could, her bare feet slapping against the thorny ground. She gasped for breath and twisted her head around, trying to keep an eye on the shadows darting between the shadowy trees around her. She knew there was no escape. She had nowhere to run. The creatures would catch her. Her foot caught on a tree root and she yelped as she was sent sprawling onto the ground. As she hit she scrambled to her knees but froze when a low growl sounded behind her. Slowly, she turned to see red eyes glaring at her. The figure padded forward, revealing a wolf, its fangs bared.
"You led us on a good chase." the wolf snarled. "But my pack is hungry. The games are over."
"So you say, Lycaon." Skye swallowed with a whole lot more confidence than she felt. In reality, she had nothing. The evil wolf grinned and said exactly what she'd been thinking.
"You have nothing. The only safe place for you is the camp and we are nowhere near it."
"Where are we then?" Skye asked. "I've been running so long I-"
"You're just trying to stall your death." Lycaon snarled as more wolves padded from the shadows. "We are in southern Pennsylvania. Now stop talking." Skye felt her heart beat fast as the wolves closed in. She shut her eyes and sent a prayer to the Greek gods. Please help me… Then the wolves pounced.
Skye screamed as they dove at her, but as the first connected with her arm she burst apart into air. She tried to scream again but without any physical presence she couldn't. She was whisked into the sky as dark clouds started raining around her and lightning scared off Lycaon's wolves. Then she spiraled away, still terrified and having no idea what had happened.