Chapter 36
The blood wasn’t human, however, as I realized when the hands I was guiding—broad, callused, not my own—helped three other shifters heave the skinned bear carcass over onto its front. Beside it lay a twelve-point buck, hefty and impressive but no match for the dead predator Gunner had brought back.
So this was what the brothers had been doing while I was trailing along behind them at a snail’s pace—butchering recently slaughtered animals to make sure there’d been no foul play. Inside me, hope kindled. I wasn’t too late to help the younger brother after all....
Meanwhile, my mouth spat out words both deep and masculine. “No sign of weapons,” I growled.
On my left side, Edward dipped his head in a wordless nod of agreement. Immediately, three other shifters followed suit, an i
