Illaria held no sympathy in her heart for people who foolhardily crossed her path. The traps she’d set, the animals she’d caught were all hers.

And no matter how pretty you looked under the early sun, she wasn’t willing to share. She had a family to feed.

“I highly suggest you drop my game if you don’t want an arrow in your throat.” She threatened lowly, stepping out from behind a tree, her bow and arrow level, her eyes a piercing and hardened green.

You hadn’t even heard her footsteps.