Monica closed her eyes and started thinking about options. What if they climbed on one of the trees? Werewolves were ground creatures, they didn't like heights, especially in their animal bodies. But the probability the soldiers would hear and shoot them was enormous. What if they tried to escape? No. They were going to catch them.

She blinked.

How... how about they pushed Ilona to save themselves? Her heart squeezed in guilt, shocked at her own thoughts. If that happened, the wolves were going to tear Ilona apart and eat her alive. Monica had already seen that. More than once. It still sent chills down her spine even by slightly...