Leon and Darian had led the Warriors to the edge where the interstate divided the forest, they were all primed and ready to fight, although they had easily run a lot of miles.
The person he still had an eye on was Darian, the Werewolf was always the cool level headed one but Virgil had linked with him and Leon had never seen him this much on the brink of losing control.
It was interesting and a little bit worrying, the Warrior could get himself badly hurt.
'stop burning holes through my fur.' Darian complained in a gruff voice, sharp silver eyes fixed on the road.
'I see them…' Tim, the Werewolf on the lookout linked to the others and they all fell into position.
Powerful muscles moving under heavy and fluffy coats of fur.
Leon was in the lead but as soon as the first car came into sight, Darian rushed at it, uncaring of its speed as he planted himself paw first in front, his front paws going through the windscreen.