Chapter 14 I wasn’t prepared when the first rabbit was flushed no more than fifty feet from the bonfire. It tried to run, but there were so many wolves no prey had a chance to evade them all. The closest three fell upon it...then upon each other when the fleeing animal was ripped into furry shreds. Luke’s bark broke them apart before the scuffle turned into a dog pile. Still, there was blood in the air now. Blood and snarls and the electricity of dominance battles. It was suddenly palpable that this wasn’t a woelfin run but rather a skinless hunt. Still, there was pleasure in striding through the darkness alongside other lupine four-leggers. No tripping. No stumbling. Just scents and sounds and the heady intoxication of being part of a pack. Our numbers were too great for optimal steal