The Wolf Hunt

Sixteen

My body trembled angrily as we follow Derek down the dark mahogany halls of the house. "So what are the leads then, Derek?" I fold my arms impatiently across my chest.

Derek turns back to look at me, a mischievous grin on his face. "We managed to get into some security cameras around the next town over," His head swivels back around. I say in annoyance.

"And?" I ask impatiently.
"And they show Otis leading a direct route through the town. Until he just disappears from the surveillance system. I figured though, as hunters, we wont have a problem following his tracks," I nod in recognition to Derek's plan.

"Not too shabby Derek... but how do we know its not a trap?" I interrogate. Being the leader of our clan, means I have to test my hunters from time to time.

"We surveillance the whole of the town, we didn't spot anybody heading in the same direction as Otis, we doubt he has anybody with him, if we bring a big enough group with us, I doubt he could take any of us down," Derek replies confidently.

"It's worth a shot Al," Zave speaks up next to me, smiling down at me gently.

"Well if anyone dies, its on you, Derek," I wink but we all knew the seriousness behind my threat.

We soon find ourselves in the meeting room. The layout of our town and then next street over spread out on a large round mahogany table.

The lines of action clearly displayed with little wooden markers marked with a H for Hunters and then one final marker marked with W for witch, showing Otis' last known whereabouts.

The whole scene in the room reminds me of a WW2 planning room. Each and every Hunter in here are fully focused on the plan ahead. I almost feel guilty for skipping out on helping for a make out session with Zave.... almost.

"Chief the minibus is ready," A Hunter dressed in a black padded outfit comes bursting through the door, excitment clear on his face that he got to inform 'chief' of the good news.

"We're only taking 1 minibus?" I inquire.
"Yes, mam," The Hunter smiles back.
"And what happens if Otis finds out and flips the minibus?" The Hunters face drops. "No, everybody will take their respective vehicles an leave with 10 minute intervals to make the whole ordeal more natural and less suspicious,"

"Yes, Chief!" A chorus of Hunters reply.

"Good, Derek, Zave, you're in my car," I nod at them.
"That old rustbucket?!" Derek complains," I glare harshly back at him. "Hey! She may be old but Iris has never once failed me," Derek smiles sheepishly. "Now grab your weapons and meet me in the garage,"

I turn from the room, Zave hot on my heels as I head to the weapons room.

I collect my belt of knives from their shelf on the wall. I turn around to Zave. "What weapons are you good with?" I ask him resting on hand on my hips.

"My claws are my best weapon," Zave shrugs and turns to leave. "Right... so if you cant get close enough to Otis, you just gunna throw your hands at him," I fold my arms expectantly. I'm rewarded with a playful glare as Zave grabs a bow and arrow on his way out.

I follow him back down the hall. Admiring his broad back and the way his muscles ripple under his t-shirt. I smile to myself, how did I get so lucky?

Zave stops when we get to the end of the hall, not sure whether to turn left or right.

"This way dork!" I call to him as I open the door to the right just before the turning he stopped at.

I hastily trot down the steps to the underground garage. I can feel Zaves hot breath on the back of my neck. Every now and again his arm would brush the side of my body, showing how close he is. I flush in the darkness. Heres to hoping he's staring at the back of my head and can't see the front.