Riley’s POV
“f**k!” I cursed.
At the last second, my wolf Rene took over and shifted us. She was a sleek white she-wolf, with just a splash of brown at the tips of her ears.
She darted out of reach from the mutated dogs, weaving between them like smoke, leading them in circles around the lot.
“Hey! You're supposed to stand still and act like bait, not sprint around!” That damn i***t Kade yelled at me.
I ignored him and ran even faster. Luckily, his shouting pulled a few of the dogs toward him and his group. I heard their panicked yelling right after, followed by the sound of them shifting and trying to fight back.
Dumbass. Absolute dumbass.
Who screams during a hunt? That’s rule number one—keep quite so you don’t waste energy or give away your position. But all these so-called Royal
