CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY TWO – GWEN IS CAPTURED

A soft rustle of movement outside snapped her from her dark reverie. Nancy instantly tensed, hand moving toward her concealed dagger as Allistair quickly shielded Karina and Becky. But then a familiar figure stepped into the shimmering camouflage - unmistakable even in human form with those bright amber eyes and sharp features. "Zaya," Karina breathed in relief, struggling to her feet. Her legs were weak, but she managed a wobbly step forward. "Where are the others? John and Gwen, are they..." Zaya raised a hand, her expression grim. "John is alive. He's tracking a different group of hunters in that direction." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder, deeper into the woods. "We split up to cover more ground. "And Gwen?" Allistair asked urgently. Zaya's jaw tightened and she dropped her gaze. "I'm not sure. We...became separated in the chaos. I couldn't find her when the fires were raging." A heavy silence fell over their little hollow as they absorbed the grim implications. Zaya's