Chapter 53
“How many?” Mason's voice was barely a whisper.
I closed my eyes and reached out with my emotional sensing, trying to get an accurate count of the wolves surrounding us. Their emotional signatures were all over the place—some excited for the hunt, others focused and professional, and a few nervous about going up against an Alpha.
“Eight. Maybe nine.” I opened my eyes. “They're positioned in a circle about fifty yards out, tightening slowly.”
“Coordinated pack hunters.”
“Yeah. And they're not planning to take us alive.”
The bloodlust I was picking up from most of them was unmistakable. These weren't capture teams—they were elimination squads.
Mason pulled a silver knife from his boot. “Stay close to me. When they attack, don't try to fight them individually. We move as a u
