Desiree recognized Malcolm as he came cautiously towards her. She held still as he removed the snare from her paw and examined it.
“It’s not broken,” he said calmly. “See if you can walk on it.”
She did as he suggested and found that even though the snare had cut deep through the flesh she could walk and even run on it.
He nodded and addressed his guards. “You three come with me to escort Desiree to the mansion. You others, bring the last one to the council chamber for questioning.”
Desiree took a side glance at the carcass of the shifter who had pounced on her. He was large and scraggly. They all were. She shuddered to think what would have happened if Malcolm hadn’t come after her so quickly. On the ground where his clothes lay were several gold coins.