The tension in the air grew thick as I stealthily trailed the hunters through the city in my wolf form. Every step was measured, every shadow analyzed as I silently observed their movements trying to find a way to get to my beta and get revenge, for Cindy.
The scent of the hunters wafted to my nose, a pungent reminder of their presence, and of the silver they carried. I cataloged their actions as they moved from shop to shop, memorizing each location, knowing that this information might be vital for his pack's safety.
For a long time they stayed inside a unmarked shop with no seethrough windows. When they came back out I could see they had new weapons holstered. A mental note that this was a safe house. It would burn. Just not today.
"They are very lax." Rusten commented as they followe
