Howling at the Moon - [A Werewolf Adventure]

An Unlikely Solution

Lore stood in a small cave, his nose wrinkled in disgust. The scent of those four kids overwhelmed him, Auron's standing out the most. Aside from the stench, there were signs of them all throughout the room. Books scattered from the little girl, the big one had weights in the corner, board games littered the floor.

Dom stood by Lore's side, sniffing non-stop. “Yup, sir, they've definitely been here.” He said, nodding to himself.

Lore put on a face of shock, eyes widened, jaw dropped. “Oh, were they really here? I hadn't even noticed! I would be lost without you, Dom,” He sneered, surprising Dom with his sarcasm. Something must have been eating at Lore, for him to be so blatantly irritated with him.

The big man, choosing to avoid more of Lore's anger, merely stepped back to allow Lore some space. He watched as Lore pace back in forth in front of him, constantly tugging at his hair. He was infuriated, on a level that Dom had never seen before.

“They were right under my nose!” He exclaimed, “Right here!” It wasn't just then either, it dawned on him how many times Auron must have hidden there. When Lore and Auron's father had gotten into fights, the times when Lenora had called Lore frantically, wondering if he knew where her son had gone. Yes, he was quite the little trouble maker. And, all those times, he'd been right there.

It wasn't that far into the forest, and in a place that very few scents even managed to mask it, he couldn't understand why it had taken him and his men so long to find it.

He sat down, covering his face with his hand, so angry he wasn't sure what exactly to do about it.

“Um, Boss..?” Dom, for once, looked incredibly umcomfortable. “Need some food or somethin'?”

“Food?” Lore spat, “No, I don't need food, you simple-minded brute. Get out of my sight,” He snapped, not bothering to even look up at Dom.

Dom let out a sigh of relief, glad he wouldn't have to deal with such an irritable Lore. He backed out of the little hideout quickly, going to warn the guys about their boss.

Lore stood, knowing acting so childish wasn't doing any good. He frowned, looking around for anything that could be used to his advantage. Mostly, he saw simple toys and games, signs of carefree fun. Pictures all hung on a corkboard, although it appeared one had been ripped off in a rush, but Lore didn't bother to think much of it.

Outside, he could hear a few of the men commenting on the blood stains from the fight that took place there earlier. They sounded somewhat impressed, mostly angry. Lore felt that way, as well.

For a moment, all was quiet, and Lore couldn't help but be shocked. Rarely was there a moment that all his men managed to shut up for just a little while, unless of course he was talking. And then he heard it, faint footsteps running in their direction. Quickly, he walked out to await the arrival of whoever was coming. When the all too familiar scent of one of his men hit him, he just sighed. Really, what had he been expecting though?

“What is it?” He asked as soon as the underling slowed to a stop. He was breathing heavily, making it clear he had been running for quite a while, but Lore's patience was even lower than usual that day. “Do I have to ask again?”

“It's the littlest one, sir. Jason or whatver his name was. He was taken,” He informed.

Lore's eyes widened, “Does this mean you've tracked the others?” He asked, almost hopeful for a moment.

“No, sir. We just saw the runt being carried away.”

Lore smirked, it wasn't ideal but he could still work with it. “Alright, find the kid again. Stay near him. Where he is, they'll follow behind soon enough.”