Matt had been hunting her for months upon end.
She'd slipped from place to place, leaving death in her wake.
Six teenagers in a dorm.
A young girl visiting her grandmother.
There were more than could be counted.
Her viciousness and lethality had earned her the moniker of "The Wolf."
She never contested it.
And now he had her.
Matt lifted his crossbow, the silver bolt gleaming.
"Sir Huntsman, you persist," she growled.
"Don't make this harder on yourself, Mrs. Cutter."
She only laughed. "My, what a big heart you have. All the better for eating."
He fired.