Jameson. He was tall, with a large build and bulging muscles I didn’t know existed in the human body. Then again, he wasn’t human.
Brown hair hung down around his shoulders with natural waves rolling through them. Dark eyes gleamed under a thick, furrowed brow. His shirtless body glistened with sweat as he stepped into the light. Baggy sweats barely hung onto his waist and were torn in multiple places.
“We're going to need backup. We’ve got shifters on the grounds.” One of the hunters spoke into his radio.
“Did you think we wouldn’t find you? You killed one of ours, and tonight you’re going to suffer the repercussions of the Shadowpack,” he said.
I dropped to the ground at the sound of gunshots. All the hunters fell to their knees and aimed at the pack. We were caught in the crossfire of the shifters’ suicide mission.
One of the pack members screamed as a bullet hit him. His eyes lit up with fear as he reached for his shoulder. Silver liquid poured from the wound, spreading through dark red streams of blood that ran down his body.
The entire pack reacted with rage and roared into the midnight sky. The injured member collapsed, and the feeling in my gut told me things were about to get a whole lot worse. The pack moved as a single unit and dropped on all fours to the ground. Before their hands hit the earth, they were replaced by massive paws. Clear fluid exploded into the air, mixing with blood as their skins split seamlessly. Fur pushed its way over their bodies as blood and fluid dripped from their skins.
Their faces cracked and deformed as long snouts filled them. Human teeth grew and shifted with their bodies, letting ferocious fangs fall from their gums. Their muscles swelled and tore at their skins, while bones broke and dislocated themselves, moving into more agile positions. Their bodies grew longer and taller as the bones restructured. In seconds, there were eleven angry wolves with teeth bared, standing on all fours. Some were small, while others stood taller than me.
The one who’d been shot was on the ground in human form, trying not to get hit as more bullets fired towards them. His torso was covered in red blood with silver lines sizzling through it. The hole where the bullet entered was steaming. The skin around the wound was already a dark purple and looked infected.
The pack split into two parts. One went left and the other right, dodging the spray of bullets coming at them. The Circle’s facility came to life as the garage lights came on and alarms sounded. More of the bay doors opened. The trampling of feet on concrete and the clanking of metal echoed in the air as soldiers rushed into the field.
Tiki pulled me to my feet. I didn’t know what to do. On one hand, I wanted to watch the events unfold; on the other, I was still a hunter.
My mind was made up for me as a wolf leapt over the car. It stopped and turned, bright blue eyes aimed at us. Its jaws opened and lips curled back, baring teeth in a fierce snarl.
I called my element, but before it came, there were two more wolves on either side of us. Howling filled the air as more wolves rushed from the bushes. This wasn’t a suicide mission; it was a full-blown assault.
Dozens of werewolves jumped through the brush and came from all angles. Wolves growled and jaws snapped, the sound of flesh tearing beneath their teeth. More hunters joined the fight and the battle quickly balanced itself. Gunshots fired and echoed through the compound. The hunters weren’t even using their elements now; they were resorting strictly to weapons.
Three wolves surrounded us and we had no choice but to react. I pulled the fire up and unleashed it on the wolf closest to me. It yelped in pain and scurried off as singed hair smoked, leaving nothing but the horrible scent behind.
Another wolf pounced towards me, and it took all my strength to keep its jaws from my throat. The wolf was easily seven feet tall on all four legs, and its strength was
Brown hair hung down around his shoulders with natural waves rolling through them. Dark eyes gleamed under a thick, furrowed brow. His shirtless body glistened with sweat as he stepped into the light. Baggy sweats barely hung onto his waist and were torn in multiple places.
“We're going to need backup. We’ve got shifters on the grounds.” One of the hunters spoke into his radio.
“Did you think we wouldn’t find you? You killed one of ours, and tonight you’re going to suffer the repercussions of the Shadowpack,” he said.
I dropped to the ground at the sound of gunshots. All the hunters fell to their knees and aimed at the pack. We were caught in the crossfire of the shifters’ suicide mission.
One of the pack members screamed as a bullet hit him. His eyes lit up with fear as he reached for his shoulder. Silver liquid poured from the wound, spreading through dark red streams of blood that ran down his body.
The entire pack reacted with rage and roared into the midnight sky. The injured member collapsed, and the feeling in my gut told me things were about to get a whole lot worse. The pack moved as a single unit and dropped on all fours to the ground. Before their hands hit the earth, they were replaced by massive paws. Clear fluid exploded into the air, mixing with blood as their skins split seamlessly. Fur pushed its way over their bodies as blood and fluid dripped from their skins.
Their faces cracked and deformed as long snouts filled them. Human teeth grew and shifted with their bodies, letting ferocious fangs fall from their gums. Their muscles swelled and tore at their skins, while bones broke and dislocated themselves, moving into more agile positions. Their bodies grew longer and taller as the bones restructured. In seconds, there were eleven angry wolves with teeth bared, standing on all fours. Some were small, while others stood taller than me.
The one who’d been shot was on the ground in human form, trying not to get hit as more bullets fired towards them. His torso was covered in red blood with silver lines sizzling through it. The hole where the bullet entered was steaming. The skin around the wound was already a dark purple and looked infected.
The pack split into two parts. One went left and the other right, dodging the spray of bullets coming at them. The Circle’s facility came to life as the garage lights came on and alarms sounded. More of the bay doors opened. The trampling of feet on concrete and the clanking of metal echoed in the air as soldiers rushed into the field.
Tiki pulled me to my feet. I didn’t know what to do. On one hand, I wanted to watch the events unfold; on the other, I was still a hunter.
My mind was made up for me as a wolf leapt over the car. It stopped and turned, bright blue eyes aimed at us. Its jaws opened and lips curled back, baring teeth in a fierce snarl.
I called my element, but before it came, there were two more wolves on either side of us. Howling filled the air as more wolves rushed from the bushes. This wasn’t a suicide mission; it was a full-blown assault.
Dozens of werewolves jumped through the brush and came from all angles. Wolves growled and jaws snapped, the sound of flesh tearing beneath their teeth. More hunters joined the fight and the battle quickly balanced itself. Gunshots fired and echoed through the compound. The hunters weren’t even using their elements now; they were resorting strictly to weapons.
Three wolves surrounded us and we had no choice but to react. I pulled the fire up and unleashed it on the wolf closest to me. It yelped in pain and scurried off as singed hair smoked, leaving nothing but the horrible scent behind.
Another wolf pounced towards me, and it took all my strength to keep its jaws from my throat. The wolf was easily seven feet tall on all four legs, and its strength was
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