CALLUM
Six hunters in full tactical gear. Silver bullets, UV weapons, everything designed to kill supernatural creatures efficiently. They move like soldiers, professional and coordinated.
We're outnumbered and outgunned.
Doesn't matter. This is our territory.
I shift mid-run, letting the wolf take over. Clothes tear away. Pain explodes through my body as bones reshape, muscles tear and reform. Five seconds of agony, then I'm four-legged and furious.
Tom shifts beside me. Valentina stays human, weapons ready.
The first hunter sees us coming. Raises his rifle.
I'm faster.
Hit him low, under the gun. Teeth find his throat before he can fire. Blood floods my mouth, hot and coppery. He goes down choking.
Tom takes the second hunter. Rips the gun away, then the arm holding it. The hunt
