“Bobby! C’mon, kiddo!”

The grunts and huffs of running beasts were getting louder behind us.

“Denni, I don’t think we’ll be able to make it…”

“Shut up and run!”

“Denni, there must be hundreds of ’em.”

I glanced over at my brother.

“That’s why we’re running, stupid.”

“Whose idea was it to scope a pack in Lacey?”

I gritted my teeth as we rounded the corner of Main St.

“It was mine, now keep running!”

The monsters behind us started slowing down. We had reached the Bloodsuckers’ territory. Bobby stopped running and turned to watch the wolves sulk back to their dens, letting loose guttural howls as they went. Werewolves may be monsters, but they’re not stupid. A pack mindlessly stampeding into Vamp territory would’ve triggered a devastating war.

Bobby put his hands on his hips. “Damn, that was close.”

I adjusted the pack slung across my back and turned to the Cemetery, a Vamp pub that was a hot spot for mercenaries like us. “C’mon, lets drop this off with Thesos and get the hell out of dodge.”