ventured too close to human territory, but men never went into the woods looking for wolves at night. It meant one thing—someone was hunting for werewolves.
“How many are there?” he demanded when he finally got hold of his emotions enough to speak.
“Less than twenty now. They seem to be hunting in groups of at least three or more, making it harder for your people to strike back.”
“They’re hunting us, Mira,” he growled, balling his fists at his sides. “They are hunting us!” The remaining wolves that had attacked the humans ventured over to Barrett’s side and were milling around, growling and snapping as they sensed his anger and frustration.
“We need to find out who these men are and how they found out about the shifters,” I calmly said, knowing that he was going to hate my suggestion. “We need to capture a few of these men alive.”
“They’re hunting us, Mira!” he repeated, and I knew what that meant. In his mind, it meant that every one of these gun-toting bastards needed to be shredded by the pack. But if we didn’t know how the information was leaked, it would never be safe for the pack to hit these woods again on a full moon.
“If we don’t get information, more will come. They will keep coming until they pick off every last member of your pack. Some have to be left alive.”
“Fine,” he bit out after a minute of tense silence. With every muscle tensed in his lean body, Barrett closed his eyes, seeming to block out the world around him. He then opened his eyes and looked down at the smaller wolf at his side. His sister gave a little yip before running off into the woods with a pair of other wolves flanking her.
“I’ve reached Nicolai,” Barrett explained. “He’s pulling back some of the pack to the clearing. He will guard my sister and some of the younger members that haven’t the strength to change back into human form just yet.”
“Do you want me to send Danaus back as well?”
“No, keep him hunting. That’s what he does best. Have the survivors brought unarmed to the clearing.” Barrett then bent over and turned back into wolf form. As a wolf, he could move through the woods with more stealth, sneaking up on his prey as he blended in with the darkness.
With a quick touch of my mind, I relayed Barrett’s instructions to Danaus before setting off myself into the dark woods in search of my own prey. There were only sixteen humans out in the woods with guns. We needed to keep at least some of them alive. I had a dark feeling I knew who was behind this attack. I just needed to know how .
With blades gripped in my hands, I slunk through the woods, treading as silently as possible as I headed toward the closest group. A rumble of growling flowed around me as I drew closer to my prey.
Wolves circled the group, keeping their bodies hunkered down close to the ground, hidden among the ferns and low-lying brush.
My knives winked in the light of the full moon as I wiped away the cloak that had hidden me from the view of the humans. I smiled, my pale skin seeming to glow in the light that broke through the trees. They raised their guns toward me but offered no warning as they each fired off a shot. My smile never wavered as I dodged the bullets and then returned to my relaxed stance, casually spinning one knife in my right hand. Humans were an easy target for me after so many centuries fighting nightwalkers, lycanthropes, warlocks, and naturi. Under most circumstances, I could easily let them go with a couple superficial wounds and a good scare. But this time I was struggling to follow my own advice. They had attacked my friends and comrades. They endangered James’s life and now they were shooting at me.
“You have no idea who you’re fucking with.” Lunging forward, I knocked the guns out of the hands of two of the four men before plunging my knives deep into their abdomens. As they bent forward in pain, I pulled my blades free and turned to the
“How many are there?” he demanded when he finally got hold of his emotions enough to speak.
“Less than twenty now. They seem to be hunting in groups of at least three or more, making it harder for your people to strike back.”
“They’re hunting us, Mira,” he growled, balling his fists at his sides. “They are hunting us!” The remaining wolves that had attacked the humans ventured over to Barrett’s side and were milling around, growling and snapping as they sensed his anger and frustration.
“We need to find out who these men are and how they found out about the shifters,” I calmly said, knowing that he was going to hate my suggestion. “We need to capture a few of these men alive.”
“They’re hunting us, Mira!” he repeated, and I knew what that meant. In his mind, it meant that every one of these gun-toting bastards needed to be shredded by the pack. But if we didn’t know how the information was leaked, it would never be safe for the pack to hit these woods again on a full moon.
“If we don’t get information, more will come. They will keep coming until they pick off every last member of your pack. Some have to be left alive.”
“Fine,” he bit out after a minute of tense silence. With every muscle tensed in his lean body, Barrett closed his eyes, seeming to block out the world around him. He then opened his eyes and looked down at the smaller wolf at his side. His sister gave a little yip before running off into the woods with a pair of other wolves flanking her.
“I’ve reached Nicolai,” Barrett explained. “He’s pulling back some of the pack to the clearing. He will guard my sister and some of the younger members that haven’t the strength to change back into human form just yet.”
“Do you want me to send Danaus back as well?”
“No, keep him hunting. That’s what he does best. Have the survivors brought unarmed to the clearing.” Barrett then bent over and turned back into wolf form. As a wolf, he could move through the woods with more stealth, sneaking up on his prey as he blended in with the darkness.
With a quick touch of my mind, I relayed Barrett’s instructions to Danaus before setting off myself into the dark woods in search of my own prey. There were only sixteen humans out in the woods with guns. We needed to keep at least some of them alive. I had a dark feeling I knew who was behind this attack. I just needed to know how .
With blades gripped in my hands, I slunk through the woods, treading as silently as possible as I headed toward the closest group. A rumble of growling flowed around me as I drew closer to my prey.
Wolves circled the group, keeping their bodies hunkered down close to the ground, hidden among the ferns and low-lying brush.
My knives winked in the light of the full moon as I wiped away the cloak that had hidden me from the view of the humans. I smiled, my pale skin seeming to glow in the light that broke through the trees. They raised their guns toward me but offered no warning as they each fired off a shot. My smile never wavered as I dodged the bullets and then returned to my relaxed stance, casually spinning one knife in my right hand. Humans were an easy target for me after so many centuries fighting nightwalkers, lycanthropes, warlocks, and naturi. Under most circumstances, I could easily let them go with a couple superficial wounds and a good scare. But this time I was struggling to follow my own advice. They had attacked my friends and comrades. They endangered James’s life and now they were shooting at me.
“You have no idea who you’re fucking with.” Lunging forward, I knocked the guns out of the hands of two of the four men before plunging my knives deep into their abdomens. As they bent forward in pain, I pulled my blades free and turned to the
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