Seung knelt beside Johnathan. “You should go back to the truck.”
“You may need my help.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s going to take one look at you and have a heart attack.”
“He survived a bite. A heart attack will be a piece of cake.”
“Not the point. Your brother is the one who bit him.”
Dr. Reese Dante exited the left side of the warehouse.
“There he is.” Johnathan visually followed his path.
Dr. Dante stopped, scanned the area and turned...
Johnathan cursed. “What the hell is he doing? You told him left. He’s going right. Why is he going right?” Johnathan growled. “I thought he was supposed to be smart.” A molecular biologist had to be smart. How else would they do all the science stuff they did?
Seung closed her eyes, and every so often, she curled her upper lip and wrinkled her nose, mimicking a wolf’s expressions better than a human face should have been able to. But casting a wolf seemed to let the Varu touch the Fenrir separated from them.
The silver wolf was a distant phantom sitting at the corner of the warehouse. “Phillip’s men are circling around the edge. They can’t see Dr. Dante, he’s too far down.” Seung opened her eyes, took out her cell phone and typed a text.
“You mean they can’t see himyet.” And if Phillips caught Dr. Dante, she’d find Johnathan and the others.
None of the vehicles had moved, but a couple of men went to the back of the warehouse. The opposite side to where Dr. Dante had gone.
They must have been under the same impression about the intelligence level of scientists because only an idiot would try to climb down a cliff.
At least it would buy Dr. Dante a couple more minutes. Maybe he’d actually get to them before Laura tracked him to where Johnathan, Seung, and Frost waited and sent out a fleet of weaponized drones with land-to-air missiles intent on erasing them from the planet.
Technology. It opened doors for both sides and sprayed them all with napalm. A fact the Mah had accepted long before the Varu lost their wolves. The more advanced humans became, the more dangerous they were to their survival.
At least some Varu had sense enough to realize it was time to stop rolling over and submitting.
Seung and her pack had abandoned their Clan and risked death by working with Johnathan’s father.
“Frost just got back to the truck,” Seung said. “No sign of soldiers on the maintenance road.”
“Good.”
She closed her eyes again. “He’s at the ledge, but he isn’t moving.”
And he was less than a quarter-mile from the warehouse.
Jonathan adjusted his view. “C’mon, you stupid man, just climb down.”
Dr. Dante glanced back.
A growl rose in Jonathan’s throat. “He’s not going to do it.”
“He probably thinks he’ll fall.”
“Falling is about to be the least of his worries.”
Dr. Dante inched along the edge.
“That’s it….” Jonathan’s Sarvari slid under his skin, awakened by his impatience.
The ground shifted under Dr. Dante’s feet, and he threw out his arms, regaining his balance.