He had expected more of a fight from the scrawny predator. Having been so busy with preparations for the next night’s confrontation with the other packs, he hadn’t scrapped with another Wolfkin in several months, and Nicolas felt weak and untested. For a moment he seriously considered attacking one of his own Wolfkin guards, but then disregarded the idea because maiming or killing one of them would only mean more work for him tomorrow when they moved the strays. Howling in contempt and vexation, he began running again. One of the two guards stopped briefly by the dead coyote and sniffed its still warm corpse, but then turned up his nose and followed Nicolas into the brush. Breathing in deeply, Nicolas craved the scent of flesh, anything living that he could rend with his claws and teeth. They were still close to human habitation and the constant wafts of tantalizing human maddened him. The temptation to slay one of the mindless herd was almost too much for him, but then he thought of what Taras’s reaction would be to Nicolas drawing the attention of human authorities so close to their moment of triumph over the other packs.
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