"Don't fire yet," Zoya warned, her voice a ghost of a sound. "He wants you to miss."
Arjun gasped for air, his uniform shredded. He looked at Zoya, who stood like a statue in the moonlight. The hunt wasn't over. The Blood in the Mouth had tasted the General’s steel, and now, it would not stop until the mountains were painted red. They had five miles to go before the safety of the outpost, and the king was still hungry. "Don't fire yet," Zoya warned, her voice a ghost of a sound
In the small, isolated village of Rudraprayag, the legend had returned. They called it Rakt-Mukh —The Blood in the Mouth. It was a tiger that didn't hunt for food, but for the sheer thrill of the kill. "Don't fire yet