Pack
While Thaddeus grabbed the still twitching limbs and flung them into the forest for the scavengers, Marc lugged his own chunks to the nearby ditches and used his hind legs to pile dirt and debris partially over them, hiding them from casual view.
By the time anyone happened across them, Thaddeus and his band of merry wolves-if one could call a pair a band-would be long gone.
Bodies disposed of, there was just one dilemma, make that two. One, his car wasn't in any shape to go anywhere too public. With a ravaged hood and roof, it would draw too much attention. But his other dilemma was how to fit two wolves in his car? For some reason, the idea of having the pair of them seated in the vehicle,