His gut full of the human’s blood, Steele left the hunter’s body where it fell and started back toward where he’d left Max. He’d killed again, but he was good with that. The asshole had threatened Max. No one threatened Max.
Ever.
He jogged lightly, keeping to the paths and out of the undergrowth. It wouldn’t really slow him down, but there weren’t just humans out here hunting them. Lycans and bloods were out here as well, although thankfully no re-animates.
As he leapt a boulder in his way, his mind flitted back to the escape from the Project base and the re-animate that had covered their escape. They were scary as f**k and if there were any out here with them, they were all as good as dead. Re-animates didn’t stop, and because they were already dead, couldn’t be killed. Thankfully, so
