Wolves of the Night

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I stared at Iva with anger- when she had first opened her eyes, I thought those dark brown eyes of hers to be completely docile. I was wrong.

"Looks like we are about to have company," her words were calm, and her face was completely nonchalant.

I didn't realize what she meant until a few seconds later when I heard footsteps coming from the way we came.

Damn it, I cursed mentally.

I was about to grab the dark haired beauty, but she pushed my hands away. She gave me a patronizing look.

"I can hold my own, thank you," She said.

I growled at her, obviously annoyed by her lack of urgency. I doubt she could fight- though she had some sort of compulsion power, I highly doubted she could do that to an entire group of warriors in a short amount of time. She is frail looking, like she was kept inside her whole life with no form of training or exercise.

I watched her scan the room for something- she looked around and analyzed the space with a sharp eye. She looked back at me with a blank look.

"Check all of the torches on the west side of the room; pull there holders down," she ordered.

I stayed still, while my pack did the same. I gave her a questioning look, and and wondered why she wanted me to do that.

"Are you a dolt? Get moving!" Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

Unsure, I motioned my group of five to the side of the room she spoke of. All of us took a torch and started pulling. To my surprise, when I pulled down on one of the holders, a passage roared open. A long dark hallway appeared before me.

Just who is she?

***

I knew there was a secret exit somewhere in the room; I could hear wind blowing through a hollow space on the west side of the room.

I was quite amused by the look on Archer's face as the passage came open. Gracefully, I walked with confidence to the tunnel with my chin up. I stepped in the cold hallway first, waiting for the unsure group of wolves to follow me. They most likely thought I was leading them into a trap.

I hurried along with a pep in my step even though I was barefoot. Soon after, the group rushed in behind me. I could feel his presence before he spoke.

"How did you know this was here?" Archer kept his pace with me.

"I pay attention to my surroundings," I lifted my skirts a little to walk more efficiently.

"How?" He growled once more.

"That's simple little wolf. I listened to the wind in the room- it's easy to tell if there's a hollow space in the walls," I explained, keeping my eyes ahead.

He didn't seem to like my pet name for him, "Don't call me that. But how did you figure out the torches would open a door?"

"Lucky guess, little wolf," I snickered.

"Why do you keep calling me that? I am older than you," he snipped.

"Your behavior says otherwise. You are about as mature as I ten year old," I continued into the dark, but quickly approaching an exiting point signified by the smell of trees and nature.