I look down at Fang. "Fine. You can go." I lean down and cut him free.
"But..."
"Just go! And I swear to god, if you tell Otis where we are, I'll hunt you down and kill you myself!"
Fang winces then takes off, shifting hurriedly.
"Mazzy!" I call over my shoulder. Our faithful healer comes into view, licking her lips from the meat. "You called?" she asks mildly.
"Time to start tracking." I shift into my wolf form and look up at her. Mazzy goes serious and nods. She hurries after my brother, and I follow.