He focused on his hunt so hard, he almost stepped on the mouse. It squeaked at him and he snapped it up and swallowed without thinking. The sounds carried through the chilled air. Irma's weight shifted as she lifted her head. She knew something was wrong. Her movement told him exactly where she lay. He bounded through the last screen of grass and landed in a crouch in front of her nose. The fire in his belly wanted to rip out her throat. His head wanted answers
"Don't get up," Nick said. "Time we had another little talk." He bared his teeth and growled at the cow moose. She would take a few seconds to get to her feet. Time in which he'd do serious damage. Irma looked at Nick with what he guessed was loathing.
"I should never have involved you."
"No." Nick snarled at her and the loathing shifted to something else. "You should have left me out of it and my pack mate would be alive. You knew all along what happened to Bob, and now you are going to tell me."