The five werewolves spread out, encircling the clearing, their movements low and predatory. Thick muscles rippled beneath dark fur, claws digging slightly into the mossy earth.
Yellow eyes glowed with hungry light, fixed on the two women. One, slightly larger than the others, presumably the leader, took a step forward, letting out a low growl that vibrated in the tense air.
"Where is the master of this place?" he rasped, his voice a rough growl shaped into words. "This domain... it is new. Weak. Ripe for claiming." He sniffed the air, muzzle wrinkling. "Tell us where he hides. Make this easy."
Scarlet scoffed, shifting her weight, daggers held loosely at her sides. 'Easy? Buddy, my whole day has been the opposite of easy.' "Sorry, pal," she called back, forcing a casual tone she didn't feel. "Nobody home. Try next door."
