Hawk’s POV.
Time feels like it moves differently. Every second feels like a minute whilst we wait anxiously for them to approach.
“Six large vehicles, twelve seaters,” one of the enforcers watching the live feed from the camera shouts. I do a quick calculation; almost seventy fighters. We are outnumbered, but we have more advantages. We know the land, and we are prepared for it. Even if they have witches with them, we still have the element of surprise with ours. Once they hit the empty town, time speeds up, and they're descending on us. A group of around twenty race into view in wolf form, noses to the ground, tracking scents excitedly with the thrill of the hunt. They're certainly not going to stop to talk first. They are here with orders to eliminate every one of us. The moment they
