Page 197 of Wolf Roulette

Then the west.

East.

The north flag didn’t rise. I checked the cameras and cursed. The pack had combined once more to hit my stewards there.

We had to move ahead without north for now.

I clicked back to the vampires. “Big Red. Initiate Operation Fangs. Luthers gathered at North side. Focus numbers there. Over.”

The thing about Vissimo?

They were fucking fast, faster than a Luther. Waiting out of sight and earshot, then sprinting to join was nothing for them—especially with our frequency generators to help out.

Even I couldn’t hear them approaching to surround as much of the lake’s perimeter as possible.

Abandoning my walkie, I let three short and three long notes loose through my sax.Initiate Operation Fangs.

The water churned and chopped as my stewards swam for the lake shore.

By now the pack had to know my sax didn’t mean anything good.

I could feel their suspense.

I needed their panic.

Booker?

I won’t let you down, Andie.

You never could.My wolf wanted this boring game over as much as I did.

“Pascal, please turn off the frequency generators.”

A second lapsed. “Done, Head Steward.”

Fear.

It was immediate.

I smelt the cloying scent rise from the pack as the sound of a stampede rose in a wave from the forest.

Now, Booker.

My fangs and claws burst forth as Booker partially shifted on our behalf.

Vampires burst from the trees, racing between the near rows of stewards into the water.

The pack split from engaging my north stewards. A beat passed before Reindeer finally raised her orange flag.

More fear.

But Sascha would control the pack in seconds.

Booker seized hold of the seven hundred and fifty small pinpricks dotting our mind, and her shout boomed in my mind.

Separate!She snarled at the pack.Protect. Survive. Retreat. Fight. Get back.

She kept up her tirade, and I could feel the drain on our vital energy.

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