Tomorrow Never Dies (Moonlight 3)

Chapter 20-Memories

Straight after school that afternoon we raced through the forest together towards the spot that Scarlet had marked out for us. We eventually found ourselves at a large building. I couldn't help but stare up at the two stories log wood style cabin in the middle of the forest. It looked to be well kept, a small seating area was located out the front. I wondered why we'd never found this. I guess we were a little further out in the forest than we'd been lately.

I sniffed the air detecting the strong and distinct scent of other werewolves. Scarlet was onto something by sending us here.

Yet, I felt a small hint of anxiety rise in my stomach. If this was really the hideout of the werewolves that had attacked the dance, what would we do if we had to face them again? I wasn't too sure we'd make it out of here that easily.

I shook my head Ashton still had one of those blue gems that worked on unsuspecting Shadow Wolves. If we needed it. I hoped that the gem would be enough.

The four of us walked in a group along the edge of the cabin, walking carefully so that we didn't break twigs or crunch on the ground too loudly. We all knew if there were other werewolves here, that even the small crunch of a leaf might be enough to tip them off to our arrival.

Today Michael lead our group, he'd been checking in each window as we'd walked and looking under the rafters of the building. As we made into the end, his eyes scanned over the front porch carefully as he motioned for the three of us to stay behind him. He paused looking concerned, but without warning Calum marched straight past him. He didn't seem to be acting with as much caution as Michael and the rest of us were.

"Calum, what are you doing?" Michael hissed under his breath, as he tugged him on the back of his shirt.

Calum turned and stared at him and looked at him with a questioning manner. He rolled his eyes, "We came here to investigate right? Well, we're going to investigate." Calum spoke pushing Michael's hand off him.

I gulped, while Calum did have a point it made me a little nervous.

Calum led the way from there, climbing up the front steps as if this was his own house. Gently Calum knocked on the door and ducked out of view. I listened carefully with the others, but no one came to answer it. Calum raised an eyebrow and walked back towards the door. He pressed on it lightly and the door creaked open on its own. I was stunned, it seemed there would be no lock picking or door breaking required. I guess either werewolves didn't lock their doors, or someone was home?

Cautiously the three of us followed Calum inside. I was surprised to find that the cabin was rather ordinary. The front room was a combined kitchen and living room with a small corridor to the rooms up the back. There was a stack of plates piled up to dry to the side of the sink. The fridge was littered with touristy magnets of far off places. A remote was set out on the table, as I approached, I noticed there were recent books and magazines left on it as well. There was a television without any sign of dust either. I frowned, it seemed highly probable that someone or an entire group of people could be living here.

A quick search of the main room provided little results, there was nothing out of place or out of the ordinary to suggest that werewolves lived here. So, we continued onto the back rooms. There were four doorways at the back leading to separate rooms. The first two we came to looked like a cramped makeshift bedroom with a small en-suite bathroom at the end of both rooms. Each had about eight mattresses which clearly formed some sort of sleeping areas. I found it off that both appeared to be devoid of any sort of personal belongings.

Calum and Ashton didn't seem to be interested in the bedrooms and continued walking onto the other two. I was about to follow them, when I noticed that Michael was still lingering. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he seemed to ignore me.