Deep within the forest, Angel continued to run past the trees going deeper into werewolf territory. He concealed his presence with a curse that made him invisible along with a curse that masked his scent. These two combined would make it hard for werewolves to track him. For if he was even spotted by one werewolf, it would call the others. They would all gather and kill him. As strong as he was. He couldn't take on that many werewolves on his own. So he had to be careful. Though, he was getting nowhere.
The vast trees made it hard for him to locate the Nightshade campsite. The trees went on forever, it was like being trapped in a maze. This wasn't going to work, he needed to start searching above the trees. Angel jumped into the air, grabbed a tree branch, swung off it. While in the air, he placed a curse on his hands that allowed him to glue his hands to whatever they touched. Using this curse, he climbed to the very top of the tallest tree.
Once Angel was there, he opened the map that Scythe gave him. His pale hazel eyes overlooked the forest and shifted back to the paper in his hands. He needed to find his location on the map so he needed some kind of landmark to work with. He rubbed his chin, the mountain top, that'd make for a decent landmark. So how far was he from the mountains? He glanced up and saw the mountains. He ran his finger along the map, trying to locate his position on the map. He must be here. He pointed at the spot that was a few feet from mountains but there were two mountain ranges. Granted one was smaller than the other, Scythe did say one of the werewolves had a transformation that was the size of a mountain.
Werewolves oftentimes hide themselves in caves but if the beast was the size of a mountain. He'd have no choice but to resort to hiding in a mountain. So, Angel would start his search there. Scythe already tried this and failed to find them. But maybe he'll have better luck. He leapt down and began walking towards the small mountain range. There, Angel concealed himself in the bushes.
He noticed a man walking out of the cave that was forged in the mountain. The man was well over six foot tall. His eyes were dark red which was an unusual color even for a werewolf. He had long red hair that went to his lower back, his ears were pierced one of the piercing being a red and white feather. He had scars on his chest and back. He bent his arms back, stretching out his limbs. He let out a yawn as his hand scratched his groin. This man he was, Angel eyes peered down, the man was fully naked and his...was huge. How is that even-
The man had a pair of jeans in his hand and started to put them on. Once they were on, he walked over to the bush that Angel was hiding behind. He casually unzipped his zipper and started to-, Angel scooted away as the man did his business in the bush. He zipped up his jeans and Angel continued to follow him. This wolf, he had to be the one Scythe warned him about which means if he made one wrong move. This one werewolf could kill him.
While Angel was following him. His shoe broke a small branch and the wolf growled. He turned around and Angel stood perfectly still. Sound, werewolves have a keen sense of hearing. He had to be more careful. He concealed himself behind a tree and continued to follow the wolf to his campsite. He added a curse that made him light footed and reduced the sounds of his footsteps. He began to hear the sound of laughter.
The wolf let out a loud yawn reaching the campsite. In the middle of the camp were two shirtless boys, they appeared to be wrestling each other. One of the boys had long ash blond hair, his body dressed for speed and agility. The other boy had short shaven ash blond hair, the top of his hair was spiked back. He was much more muscular than his opponent, most likely a grappler type like Brandon. Strange, these two wolves, they could pass as Twins. If Angel didn't know any better he'd say they are twins.
The werewolf campsite was built up of five tents. There was a dark red tent located near a small cabin. Next to it was a dark blue tent and next to that was a red orange tent. There were two blue tents across from the dark red tent.
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Fallen Moon
RomanceFor years vampires and werewolves waged war on one another. At last the blood war is near its end. Currently, the war is at a stand still granting both side a chance to live what could be their final moments. For Vampire, Angel and Werewolf, Raven...