Chapter 112

“Okay, guys. They already know what to do,” I murmured, low enough for everyone to hear.

Chris and Richie peeled away from me, grunts deep in their throats, walking into the wind. They opened in a scissor formation to the sides, surrounding the clearing: the deer were still gathered at the edge of the stream. Ivan prepared his Simonov semi-automatic carbine with great care; the weapon was so well oiled that it did not make a single sound when the 7.62 caliber bullet entered the chamber. The old “alpha” no longer had the stamina to change shape, but he did have incredible vitality to move at our height and teach us tricks that only experience could give.

Sebastian, behind me, exhaled a high-pitched, animalistic moan.

“Do you see them?” he asked me, anxiously. “How many are there? I hear many.”

“Yes, I see them. Twenty meters straight ahead, a group of six. Two large males.”

“Oh, I wish I could get my paws on one, one more time,” he whined.

I turned