Blair POV
The women crowded into a group. The men looked pissed as they filed in a line and got ready, their bodies tensed, their faces grim. Malcolm held up his hand. "Right, well when you hear the whistle, run," he said loudly, everybody nodding "Once five minutes have passed, I'll whistle again and the girls can begin to hunt" he declared.
It was simple. I had already subtly walked past my man, as had the other girls, in order to get his scent. Without a wolf, it was going to be harder to track him down, as my sense of smell wasn't as sensitive, but I was determined to give it a try. The girls all looked excited. Some looked downright bloodthirsty.
Malcolm whistled and the men took off, jumping over fallen branches and scattering headlong into the forest, splitting up instantly. No
