Jacob wasn't the sort to take orders either. He had one alpha, no matter what Leah said about him being hers, and not a single one of those women, nor the vampires, was it. So he had shifted, and began plowing through the undead as they emerged from the water, along the wooded edge.
He was following an unusual smell that peeked over the smell of death and rotting flesh. It wasn't human, yet it wasn't undead either, or so he figured. Making his way towards the beach he snatched up zombies left and right, shaking them like rag dolls before renting them to pieces with his long claws.
After taking on an army of young vampires, zombies were nothing. Especially to a wolf that topped out at 3,300 lbs. of pure muscle. With paws that were easily the size of a human head he could have simply pounced and squished, but that was far to easy, a lot less fun and a good bit more messy.
He was coated in blood, both his own and his victim's. He had a few bites that were healing up rather quickly. He hadn't been sure if he'd need it or not, but he had drank the water before leaving his cabin that morning.
The sand hid his steps for the most part, until he had the urge to pounce. It was hard to muffle a loud thump, no matter how squishy the surface was that you landed on. Not that he was trying to sneak up on Pike anyway.
Once he had a moment he bounded into the lake, once in deep enough he dropped down and rolled around. Splashing around and thrashing in the still surface, until he was clean for the most part. The smell and feel of the blood and gore in his fur had grown to the an intolerable level.