Many hands made light work. At a time like this, the disadvantage of Irina having few mates became evident—two males weren’t quite enough to handle the workload.

After Damien finished handling the second wolf, Winston came back with a fiery-red fox. Its fur looked to be of superior quality—even Irina who didn’t have an eye for such stuff could tell that it was excellent.

Winston sent down the prey by Damien’s side and was prepared to leave, when Damien said grumpily, “It’s my turn to go hunting.”

Winston had no choice but to transform into a human. He said matter-of-factly, “I’m faster than you.”

Not only was he faster, but...