TYSON
Joe trudged ahead of us, his posture stiff with resentment while Nikolai and I strolled behind him. We skirted the forest, sticking to paths as trekking through knee-deep snow wasn’t quite as easy in our human forms as in our wolf ones. His entire body radiated bitterness, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him. If I were in his position, I’d be the same. But that didn’t mean he didn’t deserve what he had coming.
"Will this even work?" Joe grumbled.
Nikolai shrugged. "It had a fifty-fifty success rate back in Ukraine.
Joe’s steps faltered. His face blanched. "What?"
"Well, it’s a hundred percent chance that you’re rolling in it. So I’d say your odds aren’t looking great,” I taunted. “And let’s be real, at this point, the only thing keeping you alive is your usefulness to us.”
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