He turned the phone so Dimitri could see it. On the screen was a live video from several different cameras positioned in the city centre. The surveillance showed humans racing in all directions while a group of feral werewolf rogues—he counted half a dozen in just a few seconds he watched—poured into the streets on the attack.
"Bloody hell, this is not good. They are in the open now and we can't risk the human authorities finding out about them, Dimi, we need to do something."
"Oh, my God," Blanca gasped, her terror-filled eyes rooted to the small display.
It wasn't the first time in recent weeks that a city had been overrun by blood-addicted ferals.
"The hunters will know about this. We need to go now."
"We can't leave them like this, Selvo, and you know that," Dimitri grumbled under his breath.
