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Peregrine's chest nearly burst with pride when the three Firebirds showed up promptly, arriving before anyone else. "Hey, guys!" he greeted them, his tail raising into a wag as they greeted him. Although he was excited for all three of them, he found his single jade eye lingering on his son the longest. He couldn't wait to see Nightjar go into beast mode.

Pan, Dean, Elwood (complete with mini-me) and Fox all came quickly too, enough wolves to form a proper hunting party. The Alpha noticed little Elwood's unhappy expression and shot him an encouraging smile. He knew the boy missed his mother and likely wasn't remotely interested in the fresh meat they were about to bring him. Peregrine couldn't blame him, though. Hopefully he would be all right hanging back on his own, where he could sulk in peace.

"All right, here's what we're gonna do," the Alpha began, motioning for the rest of them to gather close. "Fox, Pan, Wildfire and Rave, I want you to head the group. You'll lead the chase, tiring out the elk and singling out the best victim. When that's done, you'll give us—Elwood, Dean, Nightjar and myself—the signal and we'll move in for the kill."

He didn't give them time to react to their assignments. "Let's head out!" he yelled, breaking up the huddle and swiveling to begin loping into the night, even as a shadow began to eat away at the moon above.