CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"Hey!" somebody shouts.

Jim looks around.

He sees me and his eyes widen with panic.

I race to his side.

A sudden mechanical roar cuts the air and a spotlight turns on, shining right at me and Jim.

We squint and blink against the bright light.

"I told you not to come," Jim says.

"I know," I tell him. "But I had to. You'll understand."

The light is so bright and the night air is so clear, that I can make out every last detail of the hunting party right down to the color of their eyes.

I may not be in wolf form, but my wolf senses are as alert as ever.

This is a fight I can win.

Even six against one.

But poor Jim doesn't know that.

He looks terrified.

I see the first two bikers.

They are both big, burly men.

I smell their anger and the scent of their aggression.

The third biker is taller, with a wide belly, dark eyes, and dark hair.

"Take the girl," a voice calls.

The fourth biker says nothing.

He is smaller than the others.

He is covered in tattoos.

And he has a gun