Chapter 33. The Hunt

Alas, the hour had arrived. The night they had all been waiting for.

The Dankworth wolves stood side by side, each staring into the darkness of the night, determining the oath that they would take for the hunt.

Lancelot had already mapped his route; it would lead him straight to where a herd of deer was resting for the night. He had already devised a strategy to draw out one unfortunate one; it was left for Ziko to follow the trail and earn him his deer.

No matter what happened tonight, Ziko knew that beating Albert’s wolf was not a choice or a necessity; it was a definite plan, an event already set in stone.

Beside Ziko, James’s brown wolf growled in anticipation. He could not wait to make the biggest catch and earn his family's respect. Maybe then, Lancelot would cease to talk over him.

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