looked like he was in his twenties at least. He was regaling the group with a tale of stealing his parents’ car while he was drunk and crashing it. Kellan wasn’t impressed. The kid sounded like a jerk, but the rest of the boys were eating it up.
He didn’t recognize any of them, but one was wearing a sweater that had a logo on it. If he could get a little closer, Kellan knew he could figure out where the kids were from. As he scooted closer, Owen made a low growl. Kellan knew it was dangerous but he only needed to get a hair closer to see.
The oldest boy stopped talking and stood up. “Shut up!”
The rest of the group quieted and Kellan stood stock still. He and Owen were still in the shadows but he didn’t want to make any noise. Owen was frozen just to his right.
“What’s wrong?” one of the boys asked as he opened a beer.
“I think I smell something.” The oldest boy walked to the edge of the fire’s light. “There’s some animal out there.”
Two of the other boys got closer to the darkness. Kellan’s heart was pounding. He struggled not to move while his wolf was telling him to run like hell. He wanted the kids to get back to drinking and smoking. He and Owen would return with more people but he didn’t want to fight these kids.
“I smell it too. It’s not a normal animal, either.” The second boy sounded scared. “I think we were followed, Mitch.”
“Everybody shift and spread out. If something’s out there, we’ll find it.”
Shit. Kellan ran. Owen was hot at his heels but he could hear the coyotes coming after them. He didn’t turn to look but kept running. Owen passed him for a moment but Kellan was keeping up. He didn’t know how long coyotes could sustain high speeds, but he hoped he could outrun the kids.
They had almost made it to the stream before the first coyote snapped at his hind legs. It knocked Kellan off kilter and he ended up falling in the sand. Two of the teens were on him before he could get up. They were biting at his side and face. A roar made them stop and look up.
Owen was throwing them off Kellan with a shove before they could get out of the way. Kellan got up and snarled at the coyotes. The whole pack was now behind them but they hesitated. Seeing a lion in the desert did that to smaller animals. It didn’t belong there and Owen looked terrifying when he was angry.
Kellan shifted back to human form. He stood with his legs apart and hands on his hips. He was still bleeding from his side and calf where the coyotes had bitten him. “Get out of here now. I don’t know what you kids are doing, but this stops tonight.”
It was a risky move, but they were still teenagers and Kellan was an adult. Five of the coyotes sat down and two got down on their bellies and whined. It was working until a mangy one in the front made a move for Kellan. It had to be the leader. Only one other followed. Owen roared and whacked the leader with one of his giant paws. Kellan shifted back to his wolf and went after the leader too.
He was smarter than Kellan had given him credit for. The man ran off into the darkness before Kellan could take him down. The other coyotes followed, and he didn’t get a chance to see who they were. He and Owen went back to the campsite before returning home. They didn’t find any IDs or anything that would help them figure out who the kids were.
Kellan cursed in his human form and then spent another fifteen minutes sniffing around as his wolf. There were too many trails to follow. The dirt bikes were still there, but he didn’t want to take one back with them. If the kids couldn’t get home and were stuck in the desert overnight they would likely die. Neither he nor Owen wanted that on their heads.
“This isn’t as bad as it seems,” Owen said when they were back on his ranch. “We know that it’s just kids now. They were scared by you talking to them. I don’t think they’ll come back.”
“We need to be sure,” Kellan said. “Punk