The dark shapes with pale faces and eyes that glitter silver glide out of the forest together, meeting on the trail their keepers created for the hunt. The first one snarls a welcome to his brother and sister.
"It's true, then?" The female hisses in guttural English. "The testing is almost over?"
Their leader's shark teeth glint in the moonlight, lips pulled wide.
"The doctor told me as much." His wide shoulders twitch. "The last of the children arrive tonight."
They fall still, the third licking his lips in hungered response. Their leader sees it and strikes out with his claws, slicing the offender's cheek. The injured one hisses at his superior but bows his head, blood dripping down his pale skin. He catches it in his hand while the leader slowly licks the blood from his claws.
"Fee
