"Hey!" somebody shouts.
Jim looks around.
He sees me and his eyes widen with panic.
I race to his side.
A sudden mechanical roar cuts the air and a spotlight turns on, shining right at me and Jim.
We squint and blink against the bright light.
"I told you not to come," Jim says.
"I know," I tell him. "But I had to. You'll understand."
The light is so bright and the night air is so clear, that I can make out every last detail of the hunting party right down to the color of their eyes.
I may not be in wolf form, but my wolf senses are as alert as ever.
This is a fight I can win.
Even six against one.
But poor Jim doesn't know that.
He looks terrified.
I see the first two bikers.
They are both big, burly men.
I smell their anger and the scent of their aggression.
The third bik
