Chapter 45
Mikey and the others trekked through the night, looking for a ranger station. Unfortunately, without any technological tools to help them, they had to rely solely on their werewolf senses, which was harder than they had anticipated. William led the way, his experience vastly outweighing theirs, but there was one thing even the god himself couldn’t fight—hunger.
“I need to eat,” Aries grumbled, his stomach growling even louder.
“I do, too,” Fury admitted, putting his hands on his knees.
“How long has it been since our last meal?” Poseidon asked.
Mikey looked at his watch. “Seven hours or so,” he answered.
“Gamma, we’re going to have to camp out here and go hunting. If our wolves can at least eat, then we’ll be full, too,” William stated. Mikey nodded.
“Camp out? Out here?
