RYDER

I turn away from Wilson as soon as the sound of the first gunshot reaches my ears.

What the hell was that?

"What could that be?" he asks.

Turning around slowly, I tell him, "Go back to the packhouse and bring as many fighting wolves as you can with you. We're being attacked."

"How do you—"

Screams follow a series of gunshots and Wilson shifts and races toward the packhouse while I head straight toward the noise. It's concerningly close to the medical tent, so I have to make sure ...