Large grey and brown wolves had descended on Lexi, Seren and the Hunters.
The Hunters almost looked joyful. They had an excuse not to fight what they had been taught since birth; orders not to attack the wolves gone out the window. To kill a supernatural. To take a soul of a monster. It was all back on the table.
Automatically Lexi had taken on a wide leg stance and held her fists up. She hadn't even realised what she was doing, going into autopilot, the training David had beat into her with his wooden stick on the mats back at the Gemini Pack. She needed a weapon when a hunter called to her and lobbed a steel pole with a spiked edge.
Seren had shifted beside her and was dominating two wolves. One losing his throat and the other wounded badly. Seren was an A classic killing machine.
