Taste of Secrets

Chapter Twenty-Six

Jack and I rushed to the werewolf den where Randall was waiting for us. I walked down the path, my feet crushing the dead leaves. I held my bow and arrow by my side. "Randall!" Jack and I yelled as he walked down the path. He turned around, holding a blue shirt. "Hey," Randall said and kissed my cheek. I smiled and gave him a side hug. "Have you seen Hamish?" I asked, "Jack and I can't get ahold of him." Randall shook his head and held up the shirt. "This was tossed in the bushes," Randall said. "Hamish wolfed out," Jack said. I looked at the ground for any other clues as to where Hamish might have gone. I soon found one of the sticks that Praxis members would use. "Look familiar?" I asked, holding up the stick. "Yeah," Randall sighed, "Another killer stick girl." 

"They came for him last night," I said, putting the stick in my pocket. 

"They came for us," Randall said. 

~~~~

I looked around the room and saw that it was still a mess. I sighed and grabbed some of the bottles that were left on the counter, setting them down on one of the shelves. "Look," Randall sighed, "I don't care how big Praxis is, they hurt him." I knelt down beside the bar and picked up some napkins. "Your friends alive," a voice interrupted our conversation. The three of us looked up and saw Salvador standing there. I quickly grabbed my bow and arrow, putting an arrow into the nocking point. Randall and Jack didn't stop me from shooting the Praxis member. "At least, he was the last time I saw him," Salvador added, "I know you're angry." 

"Angry doesn't even begin to describe what I am," Randall said. 

"Start talking," I said, "Before I shoot this arrow into your chest." Salvador didn't reply, she looked down at the ground. "Now!" Jack ordered. "Foley sent me here last night to kill you," Salvador said. "Interesting start," Randall said. 

"But I didn't..." 

"Yeah, no shit sherlock," I retorted. "because last night," Salvador continued to explain herself, "I saw the world that Foley sold us on right here. The Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose and the Knights of Saint Christopher. No one was fighting, a world of peace. A world of magic!" My friends and I glanced at each other as we listened to the enemy speak. 

"When he found out that I didn't complete the mission, he threatened to kill me, unless I took your friend." 

"Can you get to the part where we start caring whether you live or die," I said, stepping forward as I still aimed at the women. "Foley changed after he robbed everyone," Salvador claimed, "He's a werewolf, too, but he's obsessed with power. I didn't sign up for murder, please..." The three of us exchanged a look. 

"You have to help us, I can show you where he is, and you can rescue your friend." 

"Yeah and walk right into your trap?" Jack said. 

"I took a huge risk even coming here," she insisted, "It's not a trap, I promise." 

"Oh great! She promises, Jack," Randall retorted, "What's in it for you?" I lowered my bow and arrow once Jack motioned me to put away. I slipped the bow into its case and put the arrow in the pocket. "You leave me alone," Salvador answered, "Let me try to convince the others to bring Praxis back to its roots. It's still a good idea, and... last night I saw what it could be." 

"We'll check it out," I said, "and you'll stay right here." I put the bag over my shoulder. "What? No," she denied, "What if you fail? What if he finds me here and he-" 

"It's not up for debate!" Randall exclaimed, "Tell us where Hamish is or Y/N over here is going to shoot you." I smirked and went to take the weapon out of its bag. "Wait! Wait! I'll tell you," Salvador said, "Take highway eight out of Norwich, then get off at exit twenty. Take the third left, head in for two minutes. You'll find an old station house there." I punched Salvador in the face which caught her off guard. She fell to the floor, losing consciousness.