John signaled to the other warriors.

They had been lurking on the outskirts of the cabin since early morning, and it was already dawn. No sign of the hunters.

It was all suspicious and his inner wolf was too restless.

If Lucian were here, everything would be different and they would be more confident, or at least the Alpha of his pack, who loved to give orders but never put himself in the front line of a fight.

Neither he nor his son.

They began to approach slowly, always on the lookout for traps, using their sense of smell, but with the new tricks the hunters had, they wouldn't necessarily be able to detect them.

John crouched in the corner of the window and peered through the glass into the interior.

"John, what are we waiting for, there seems to be no one in the cabin," he heard the voice of one of the youngest of the group, almost a cub, who had turned 18 only a few moons ago.

"Don't get impatient, there might be traps set, some of you stay on the periphery and watch, and others w