Pack Mentality: A SkinWalkers Tale

Chapter 10

Andrew stopped over a creek and looked down at his reflection. His blood red eyes seemed empty, like he was loosing his self. He looked over to see Jade and Tori resting next to some rocks. Beyond them Jordan and Quincy were there looking out around the woods. Jordan slowly curled into a ball and fell asleep next to Quincy as he sat on his haunches and looked into the woods.

Andrew wanted the last Lycan for himself, it took his mate from him. He looked at himself again and slowly crossed the creek and moved over to a rock. He climbed onto it and sat down and looked in the woods with Quincy. They were going to keep watch so the women could sleep. They had been on the Lycan's trail for almost twenty days. It hadn't claimed anymore humans and they had gotten close a few times. Somehow it kept eluding them. They knew it was still wounded with a few silver bullets in it, making it weaker but far more dangerous.

"I love you...stick...stick to the plan" Andrew heard Alexis' voice say in his head. Hearing her voice again made him angry and his blood was slowly boiling. His mate, for almost two hundred years they had been by each other's sides. He lowered his head as a soft whimper escaped his lips. His black fur kicked up as a soft breeze blew by. He looked back over his shoulder as the sun hid behind the clouds casting the shadow over them. Looking to his right he saw Jade walk up to him and sit next to him.

He growled a bit causing her to look up at him. He bared his teeth slightly but soon his eyes lifted up to see Quincy looking at him. Thus he calmed down and looked back out into the woods. He knew Quincy could kill him, he was the strongest thanks to him being a hybrid. But it was only Andrew's experience that kept him alive and unchallenged by the hybrid. His ruby eyes locked with Jade's sapphire eyes. Slowly she got up and moved back over to Tori and together they laid down curling their bodies around one another.

He uttered a soft growl as he looked at them and then to Quincy and Jordan. They still had their mates, they were still together. He lost his mate, he was alone, and he will never have another. He lowered his head and closed his eyes as he thought to when they met, and they loved they shared over the centuries. He slowly opened his eyes, flashes of her still filled his vision before it was gone. The others needed to know his suffering, the others needed to feel this pain. He looked over at Jordan as she slept peacefully next to Quincy, she was going to be his first target, and as soon as Quincy wasn't watching he was going to get her.

Suddenly a powerful roar followed by a few screams made all their heads perk up. It was the Lycan, and it was very close. Andrew's eyes darkened with hatred as he looked into the woods. He let out a soft bark so as not to alert the Lycan they were close. Together the five of them bounded in the direction of the roar. Andrew led the charge, his legs pumping fast, vengeance and hatred flooded his veins. His nose picked up the scent of freshly spilt blood and his legs pumped faster. He saw a wall of brush in front of him and with a thunderous bark he bounded through it.

He landed on all four paws and skidded to a halt and looked around. His eyes fell onto a destroyed campsite. He slowly walked forward only glancing back to see the rest of the group walking out of the brush. They looked at the scene before them. The tents had been ripped up, claw marks and blood were on the sides of them. A still smoldering fire sent smoke into the air. Around the campsite blood painted the green grass, shreds of flesh and shards of bone littered the ground. As they walked forward they could see organs and the top half of a man laying on the ground. Most of the flesh on his chest and arms had been stripped away. They knew that the person who had screamed had come back to this.

Andrew stopped dead in his tracks and looked near his paws and he could see them. At least four silver slugs were laying on the ground. He knew with this meal the Lycan had healed. Suddenly there was a crashing to the groups right and they readied themselves for a fight. Just then a bloodied and injured woman staggered out of the bushes. Her hand was up on her left shoulder and blood was seeping out between her fingers. She looked back into the woods turning around and watching for a few seconds. She never noticed the five Skin Walkers looking at her.