Yuki, serious, sliced his palm with a blade, his blood dripping, corrosive. "We're not criminals. We eliminate monsters." Kaiser stared, uncomfortable, but nodded.
Ben suddenly stopped, his ears lengthening, picking up sounds. "Fight," he growled, his voice guttural. "Over there."
They sprinted, their footsteps echoing in the forest. The growls and clashes grew clearer.
When they burst into the clearing, the sight hit them hard. Hugo, his torso striped with deep gashes, his clothes in tatters and soaked with blood, stood against nine Betas. A tenth lay on the ground, throat slit, limbs twisted at impossible angles, too mutilated to rise.
Ben, eyes wide, shouted, "Are you stupid? Ten werewolves alone?"
