The human falls, breath escaping with gurgling spurts of crimson from the savage tear in his windpipe, his lungs failing to summon up enough air to cry for help. Spasming in the violent throes of death, the soldier's finger tenses on the trigger of his weapon, the resulting shot ringing out through the dead city streets.
You'll need to act quickly; the humans will be on you in seconds now that they know exactly where you are. Lapu calls out for you as the three other wolves bound from barrier to barrier along the road back to the bridge on the way home.
Not keen on being caught with the dead body of a downed soldier, you quickly drop to all fours and lope down the road, catching up with your friends as they race toward the bridge.
"Damn," Tiva says through panting breaths. "That was awesome!"
Dena studiously avoids eye contact with you.
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