The Alpha's Warlock
I’d started to move toward Jack, thinking I could divide the scorpion’s attention while our warlock and shaman backup caught up to us, but Ian started shouting, and I spun to get a look at what the fuck was going on over there.
“Nate, Arik, get your asses over here!” Ian stood about twenty feet away, half-screened by more trees, but my supernatural vision compensated.
What the fuck turned out to be two more scorpions—only they were ignoring Ian completely, probably because he was part of the pack, and advancing in a pincer sort of formation on…Hendler, who stood frozen in what looked like abject terror between a huge fallen pine and a boulder.
“Screw him!” I shouted back. “Get them to call o