Aiming Strike

Seth's travel camp was short, they slept very little, their concentration focused on the blood they were about to shed.

-This is the first target. Aren't you nervous? -Billy asked, his hands in his pockets.

He had a somewhat relaxed walk. They had made good progress in this camp and were approaching their first target. It was a pack of wolves that served Goth. That was confidential information. If they attacked there, they would be closer to the main pack.

The way would be short if they didn't rest too long. It was a blow that had to be struck to destabilize Goth. The ally of the Alpha who commanded the gang was called Rak.

Seth was about to answer him when one of the transformed Omegas ran towards them.

-A misfortune has befallen you. -he said, his eyes filled with tears.

Both hunters became alert at the wolf's words and ran to the place where the event had occurred. The meadow seemed lonely, the stream ran along the edge of the land. The four wolves were lying on one side, unconscio