35. Man And Beast

Jax watched the metal jaws of the scrap processor as they crushed the car only for a moment before he placed a wad of notes in the attendant’s hand. The human grinned, counting his loot before he walked away.

The human never asked questions; he just took the money and went about his business. He hadn’t even blinked when he’d thrown his bloody clothes in one of the fire pits at the back of the yard. It made him shudder to think what else the human turned a blind eye to. Many of his cars ended up in the junkyard. It was just outside Wolfdale and surrounded by woodland. All he had to do was shift and run back home.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” the human said.

He nodded and looked around at the piled-up totalled cars around him. He’d been careful driving there but couldn’t be sure he hadn’t been followed. The Hunters were so different— what if they could track better? Heading directly to his territory wasn’t a good idea.

Gerald was hopefully well on his way to the next ci