Marion took aim with the crossbow and pointed it in the general direction of their pursuers. She had her eye on a pelt.

Come on, Wolf. Just show me your face, she said to herself, waiting for the man to appear around the corner of the building. All I need is a glimpse. Come on. Show me your eyes.

Behind her, Henry was dragging himself onto the ship, grunting heavily with each movement. Her slipshod bandage had obviously been insufficient to staunch his wound.

Well, at least the Wolf will be coming, she thought. There’s no way he could fail to follow the trail of blood that we left behind.

She was anxious for the taste of vengeance, now that her prize had been denied to her. Lost for eternity at the bottom of the well.

Come on, Wolf.

And then, there he was. Long, loping strides as he cleared the structures and slipped behind a cluster of pilings. She bent over the weapon and exhaled.

Bye, bye, Wolfie.

There was a thwip as the bolt fired. She didn’t watch where it hit. She didn’t need to.