The group froze behind the dune as Bert and Veltam came sprinting back.
Instead of a small pack, nearly fifteen of the creatures were now chasing them, their neck stumps writhing wildly and releasing that horrible wet gurgling sound.
"Bert! What the hell?!" James yelled loudly.
"I only meant to pull four!" Bert shouted as he ran. "The damn owl made them all angry at once!"
Patrick's face turned pale. "Veltam sometimes gets… overexcited."
'Is he a bitch in heat?'
Mikhail cursed under his breath. There was no time to scold them now.
"Change of plan!" he ordered without any delay.
"We can't run forever. Use the ruined houses for cover! James will tank the front! Stella, get vines on the ground! Nelly, shoot the ones that get too close! Patrick, control Veltam better this time!"
The team burst into motion, quickly taking their respective roles.
James roared and charged forward, holding his shield with both hands.
