Gahn, Lupin, and Hunter hovered behind the men, their low growls rumbling like a distant storm.
Mr…
Bunker Jim, he said, I hunt, but I don’t set traps. Something’s off here, and I don’t like it.
You should walk away now, Gahn said, his gaze heavy, before this gets worse for you.
What’s a hunter doing at a wolf gala? Lupin stepped closer, his tone sharp.
I know what you are, Jim shot back. I’ll prove it. You don’t scare me. With that, he turned and marched off.
Maybe we should scare him, Hunter muttered.
I’m in, Lupin grinned.
Enough, Dahlia cut in. Humans can’t know. But we’d better keep tabs on him.
Lupin turned to Dahlia, his tone softer. You did well. The foundation’s raking it in, your product’s flying off the shelves.
Thanks, Lupin, Dahlia replied. If you’re up for it, I’ll
