Stella
I stare at Evan but cannot ask him anything in my wolf form. There isn't any bond between us since we aren't the same species and don't belong to the same pack.
Instead, I inhale the scent of what must be the Bloodmoon pack, the one belonging to alpha Raphael.
I think they are... Running here?
My nose twitches as I sniff the air some more. Evan is fighting demons, but my legs are rooted to the ground.
The werewolves are coming closer. I hear their paws kick up dirt as they playfully growl at each other. There is an eagerness to slaughter the demons coursing in their veins.
Wait.
Are they actually excited to be here?
Aren't they scared?
Perhaps werewolves in packs are fearless...
My question gets answered when werewolves jump up from the bushes, attacking the bear ants
