Of Runt (Redone)

Chapter Thirty~Nine

Like Ghost had said, there was no one at the warehouse when we got there. My wolf is itching to take control as if I am missing something. Alpha Clark however isn't thrilled to being strong armed into accompanying me nor is he happy that Shell is with us.

The warehouse itself isn't anything spectacular with dull concrete walls and floors. The only concerning thing is the lack of smells. Not even a natural smell of a dusty building reaches my nose. Someone had to have used magic to cloak scents.

  I nudge a box with my foot, it shifting easily telling me it's empty. "I know you said they would've left but I thought maybe they could've left a clue or two," I call out looking back at Ghost. It was obviously foolish to wish for this man to make a mistake.

"This is on the nose thinking, but have you tried a locator spell?" Alpha Clark asks turning around to face me.

I have tried despite knowing they were in vain. Shell had kept a careful eye on me and only let me do one once every few days so I don't exert myself again. Apparently the last thing we need is me going blind or going into a coma again. "It won't work."

"Try it."

"I know it won't work. I've seen- I've already tried," I catch myself. I pinch the bridge of my nose with a sigh.

I should tell Alpha Clark of my dreams, if Archer trusts him then I should but my aunts warning rings through my mind. That David should never find out about them and I don't know if this alpha would tell or not. Besides how would one explain it to them? Prophetic dreams.

It's a fucking joke at this point. I can't make myself have them and now that I know what they are it feels as if they happen less.

Magic is tricky which I understand how and why it is. It's the flow and manipulation of energy. Our only limitations is how much of that energy we can absorb and how much of it we release. I just... I feel like I'm trying to grasp at straws only to find that they are needles.

"Reagan." Shell puts a hand on my arm. Her other hand holds out a tuff of hair. Just a small lock of it. At first glance it seems too dark for Archers hair but my wolf perks up.

I take it from her hands before smelling it. Archers familiar scent sending relief through me but it's quickly chased away by bitter cold. "He was here."

Alpha Clark snatches the hair from me as if he doesn't believe me. His eyes widens just a tad. "Where did you find this?" I ask Shell.

She motions me to follow her to the office room. However where there was once lockers is a large hole. I duck through it finding shackles and splatters of blood. Archers scent is much stronger mixed with another persons scent. The scent is sweet but familiar.

I'm not sure how I know but I can tell it's a male. "That smell, what is that?"

"Smores," Shell confirms what I thought may have sounded silly.

"Another wolf?" Catori asks joining us once again.

I kneel down tapping my fingers into a patch of tacky blood. It isn't wet but it isn't completely dry either. I sniff my fingers, the smell of smores mixing with something else. Something almost void. "A vampire," I mutter. "He was chained in here with a vampire."

"Why would a vampire and an alpha werewolf need to be contained together?" Catori asks.

"Ghost?" I add looking towards the man lingering back. A distant look is on his face. His lips pulled down in a heavy frown, his eyes slowly shutting. "Ghost?"

The man doesn't seem to all here with us. It reminds me of him begging for me to understand. "I don't know. We thought he was after you, we did not ask anything of Archer. Why would we? He was untouchable. He is clever. He is scary. I don't know, I don't- I don't," his chest starts heaving as he stutters.