A pack of wolves in the wild is a cursorial predator.
It's in their innate constitution to become an endurance hunter.
However, the same could not be said for werewolves. As Supernatural beings tied to wolves, they can be endurance hunters, but their instincts have evolved beyond it. More perfect. Instead, they had become apex predators adapted not for the long chase, but for the ambush and the brutal immediacy of direct confrontation.
No need to wear down the enemy when no living being could match them in stamina.
And tonight, Rex had taken that approach.
Strength. Element of surprise. Rain. Every single thing tonight supported him to do exactly that.
Rex doesn't have the patience to wait and go through the regular channels to get what he wanted—like he did in the Spirit Realm. It had always been a race against time. But this time, perhaps because it involved Adhara, he felt it a little bit more.
Every single passing second is sheer agony to him.
