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He took off again, running through the woods towards the sound of rushing water. When we came to the river, the first thing we all saw were the group of moose drinking from the stream. They looked peaceful, safe. But they were in for a huge surprise. My beast bit back a growl. She was hungry and she was determined to get ourselves a nice and juicy moose for the pack. It would show everyone that we are capable of killing something too. "The females get the first kill. Go ahead ladies," Henry said, nudging his mate forwards. She looked back at Lila, Brayleigh and I.

I focused on the feel of my paw pads springing against the wet dirt, on the distant rumble of thunder, and didn’t let myself imagine holding Scarlett close, my chin pressed to her hair, my hands twining in hers… My heart panged. I missed her so much. It didn’t take long to find the rogue camp. Roughly built out of fallen logs and held together with gnarled rope, the huts sat in a skewed circle in a small clearing. It was hidden well within the forest, set back a few acres from the edge we’d entered through, but it still seemed ballsy to me. Moose Creek – and I – were renowned for being the biggest, baddest wolves on the block. Scratch that – we were the biggest, baddest wolves in the whole d

’ ‘Sounds awesome to me, Vane. Vane ventures into the dense forest, his powerful nose raised high, detecting the aroma of a formidable prey. We stumble on an immense moose, causing us to freeze in our tracks. The moose halts, surveying its surroundings, oblivious to our presence concealed behind a cluster of towering pine trees. Vane inches closer to the majestic creature, concealing his massive, obsidian frame, towering at six and a half feet, exuding an aura of darkness. His ebony coat glistens with a hint of sunlight, revealing the sheer might and sinew within his massive physique.

All she could think of was the 1000-pound animal about a kilometer from where she stood. Kill! The voice in her head commanded, and she raced like a bullet towards the moose. The moose looked up suddenly and let out a terrified bellow, scampering as it tried to escape the predator. In a matter of seconds the wolf had the moose in its grip, not letting go as the animal struggled to escape. There was a harsh rending sound as the wolf tore its prey in two, its organs falling to the ground.

Do you really think he'll always be there for you? [You can tell he hasn't gotten over me. Why don't you let go of him already?] Attached to the message was a transfer of 5 million dollars. [This should be enough to compensate you for your time, right? Don't be too greedy. In the end, you'll end up with nothing.] Her rant didn't even make me bat an eye. After seeing the transfer, I smirked, pulled my hand away from Marshall's, and sent a message. [Alright, I'll give you a chance.]

Jerry and I stalked around it. The moose groaned, ducked its horn, and charged at Jerry. It was too slow because of its shoulder injury. His wolf darted out of its way, then came at him from the side and bit hard into its flank. I wasted no time and lunged at his neck, ending its life. The moose fell to the ground with a loud thud. Its blood stains the green grass around it, like a blanket of perfect crimson.