He had barely caught the words tumbling from the little Tainn’s mouth. Chase him. Théo was right—they were going about this all wrong. Instead of attacking the creature they needed to work on getting it out of Hearthwood, then they could attempt taking the angry buck down. They were all scrambling, dashing forward and lunging at the beast, but none of them were working together. It wasn’t going to work. His gaze flickered to Lavender as she fell to the ground—she was not hurt, just stunned. Thank the heavens, he thought hastily to himself before turning back to the beast, his upper lip curling away from his ivory teeth. Chase it! He commanded, urging his subordinates to work together. André, Reid, Mathéo, Lekalta—work at the front! Push it back! He growled from the side, blocking an escape route deeper into the river territory.