The White Wolf
He continued to stare at me until something else drew his attention away.
Hunters had a strange dichotomy playing out. Their mission was to kill genetically enhanced creatures. The white wolf, a genetically enhanced creature, was their sign from God or a talisman validating their deeds. Stupid.
The rest of the night was uneventful. I dreamed of running through the meadow with Ghost and Magnus and moments with my father. I thought of my friends, Gunnar, Diesel, Clara, Adam, and Uncle Harris. I pondered the coming Hunter War. Was I the match that would activate a slaughter?