“Hurry up and get what we bloody came here for before I kill the bugger.” The zombie wasn’t near a match for him. In his phase-form, a supernatural meld of man and wolf, Seth towered over the struggling corpse. Killing it would’ve been easy. But they’d come out on this hunt for more than just the kill. He’d chosen phase-form so he had hands to hold the blighter for his pack mate but still had the protection his fur afforded him as the thing clawed and bit. Course, if any normal human happened into the alley, they’d see the stuff of nightmares—two huge men with clawed hands and feet and the faces of wolves grappling with the living dead. Good thing most people kept to their homes these days. “Steady on,” Danny ground out, and he grasped the thing’s skull with a clawed hand. “Got the muscle and skin samples, just trying to get a bit of what’s left of his brain.” “Mush, that’s all that’s left in these, even the new ones.”
