Jake's pov
Astra has done a series of hand sign while we were sprinting and Ferah had translated it to mean 'scatter'.
If we stayed together, we were one big target, if we split, the other packs wouldn't know which person held the Heart-Stone.
Now, our numbers had been reduced to just eight of us running in that corridor: Fifi, Ron, Marcus, Astra, Ferah, myself, and Astra's latents.
Ever since Astra had snatched the heart stone from Ferah had been fuming.
"We've had a score to settle with you Storm Sisters for a long time," a voice growled from the darkness ahead.
We froze. Emerging from the shadows were the Woodpeckers. All of them. Thirty men against seven of us.
"You guys always act like you're all that," another snarled, stepping into the light. "Always acting like you're the elite of elite."
