from  Clandestined

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"The wolf called for his mate, and everyone stopped. No response. More importantly, no scream.
Aiden quickened his step as he shuffled through the thicket, cutting through the bramble, rushing toward the sound. The leaves and sticks crunched underfoot as Aiden and the men made their way toward the call. Of course there'd be no howl returned. Seamus ensured that.
What if there were more than the two?
A war cry, high-pitched and feral, pierced the darkness, and then the snarl and yelp of the creature as it lunged.
The others followed him as Aiden moved toward the cry. He tumbled, nearly breaking his own neck in the fall. He reached out to grasp his dirk and felt the damp coldness under his palm..."