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The ambush was quiet, this was their land after all. They knew every nook and cranny of it and more than that they were preternaturally quick and quiet. The hunters on the other hand were loud and clumsy in comparison. They must have thought they would take their pack the way they had taken the others.

They were wrong.

As the hunters sat around their campfire, discussing their strategy for the upcoming attack, they surrounded them.

"We enter from the north and–"

Allen gave the signal and they attacked.

The hunters quickly reached for their weapons, but they were too slow and the werewolves were too fast. They pounced on the hunters, their razor-sharp claws tearing through flesh and bone.

The hunters fought back with guns and knives, but they were no match for the werewolves' supernatural strength and agility.

The air was filled with the sound of snarling and screaming as the werewolves tore apart their prey. The hunters tried to retreat, but the werewolves were relentless, chasing the