Chapter 20I stood behind the fence and let my mind tendril through their camp. Their blocks were down. They were scared. I felt it, heard it, smelled it even. Which meant that our plan was working. Still, though most of them had run around to the front of the house, two guards remained out back, their hearts furiously pounding away in their chests.
I crouched then leapt, landing atop the fence, claws digging deep into the wood. “Looking for me?” I growled.
They stared up, eyes wide, hands trembling as they held their guns up, aiming my way. Really, it wasn’t a pretty sight. The guns I mean. Then again, it wasn’t too pretty afterwards either, once I was through with them. Because a werewolf is way faster than the finger on a trigger, especially when those fingers are cold and clammy and s
