Snow crunched beneath Duro’s paws, cold clutched at him, but his bloodlust kept him moving. The human was near.
Duro was the only one left of the search party, the others died of the poison. He would hunt down the humans who dared kill shapeshifters and kidnap the children.
The prey was sleeping; with a leap he was upon the human, pinning him down.
“This human might not be one of them…” He sniffed the shivering body, but smelled only fear. He could not determine his innocence. ”Perhaps I’m not the one to decide over matters of life and death.”
