Chapter 85: Beasts Of The Hunt

Chapter 85: Beasts Of The Hunt

Deep Woods, Open Forrest, Outskirts...

A series of violent snarls filled the open night air as many a humanoid wolf tore through the looming trees to get at the rich scent of blood that had caught their collective attention. The Howler M.C. had stumbled upon a group of outlaws who had taken up in the wilderness and had been having themselves something of a party with a good deal of drugs, and booze before the shift of the time and the onset of the werewolves descending upon their camp. Everywhere snarling teeth and razor-sharp claws had been digging into hot warm flesh and the splattering of crimson slick blood had been glorious as the brutes hunted and feasted on the corpses of the drunk and high brutes who had taken to camping in the wilderness to escape the long arm of the law.

Brick had been the first to reach them, his teeth and claws ripping and tearing apart the fools who had never seen him coming. He could taste the copper in their blood as