Chapter 175

Drawing his claws out, Noah climbed the mountain from underside of the rock, his body horizontal, but the animal maintained the challenging grip, sharp talons digging like hooks in the rock. It might slow him down but the attacker won't see him coming. He would expect a wolf. The attacker was another wolf who had smelled him too. A shooter. Propelling himself with the force of his whole body, he dry heaved himself from front, exactly a millisecond before the shooter pulled the trigger. But he was already past the shooting range, covering the negative space between edge and his prey. Black stalwart eyes staring in assailants face, then a gargling sound later, Noah felt the organ- his larynx, voice box-between his teeth. Disinfectiously, he spit it out.

On the video feed, Selene tried to keep straight face, when Noah informed her the south border was breached. They had a fail-safe in place, to evacuate any living being from where the territory had been breached. But they won't have to