Several hours later, Kelan stood in the dark watching the small group of men. It appeared there were only four hunters left alive. All four shifted nervously around a small fire, peering out into the darkness. Kelan’s keen eyesight could pick out the partially covered shuttle. The covering of branches over it screamed Trisha.
Kelan let a cold smile curve his lips. He motioned for his symbiot to shift into a werecat. He would kill three of the men immediately, saving one for questioning. He listened intently for a few minutes so he could determine which one would give him the most information in the least amount of time.
“Is the captain sending anyone else down?” one of the men asked nervously as he pushed more wood into the fire.
“No,” came the short response from a huge man with severa
