Feral Secret
I nod to Callum, at my side , he crouches low to the ground, ready to strike.
I flex my claws, feeling the familiar surge of adrenaline as I prepare to defend my pack. Peter, my friend and ally, growls softly to my left, his hackles raised as he bares his teeth.
I dodge a blow from one hunter and counter with a swift kick, sending him crashing to the ground. I hear Raina’s growl as she takes down another hunter, her jaws closing with a sickening crunch.
Callum disarms a hunter with a swipe of his paw, sending the rifle flying into the underbrush. I fight off two hunters, my movements a fluid dance of claws and teeth.
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