Written in the Stars: Book 2 of the "Written" Duology

Cold

Hamish followed Randall, who was in werewolf form, and was tracking the scent of Trevor, someone who had taken Mazikeen. Someone who had to pay. Randall stopped abruptly, sniffing the air. He shifted back, his bones snapping back in place and rearranging. Hamish was so used to it he didn't even flinch. Randall soon stood naked in front of his friends, and Hamish had to avert his eyes as Lilith gave Randall his clothes that she offered to carry.

"She's in there," Randall nodded toward an abandoned building. Anger flared in Hamish's chest. "Alright," Hamish said, his tone sounding strained from trying to control his rising anger. "Lilith, you go around back with Randall, I will go in through the front," He said, looking at the two werewolves.

"But wouldn't that be walking straight into a trap?" Lilith asked, pointing out the obvious. Hamish nodded his head. "He'll be expecting me," He confirmed. "But he won't be expecting you two from the back," He said, giving a ghost of a grin.

Once their plan was established, they all went their separate ways, following in with the plan.

Hamish opened the creaky door and stood in a dark and empty room. The door slammed shut behind him, announcing his arrival. That's when Hamish heard screaming.

He rushed forward on pure adrenaline, acting on instinct. He heard the sound of two other footsteps and gave a grin.

Right on time, Hamish thought as he came in view of another room. He heard more screaming and knew, knew, that it was Mazikeen.

"You jackass," Hamish announced, seeing Trevor over Mazikeen, her hide hanging, and struggling, from his hands as Trevor tried to stuff it in a bag. Trevor's face went white, but he stood tall as he faced Hamish. "Well, isn't it the big bad wolf," He mocked. "Come to blow this house down?" Hamish growled in response to Trevor's joke.

"Whatever, I know, terrible joke," He mumbled. "Have you finally come to the decision to give up your-" Trevor's words were cut short as Hamish punched him square in the face. Blood came running from Trevor's nose as he hunched over.

Trevor slowly looked up, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "I take that as a 'no'," He said, coughing and sniffling. Then he began to laugh. "You really think punching me in the face will do anything?" He barked out. Trevor pulled out a dart gun. "Take another step closer," Trevor said, training the gun between the three Knights. "And I'll shoot this slut," Trevor said, aiming the gun at Mazikeen. "Inside of this is a sedative enough to put out an elephant—or rather a werewolf—and if I shoot her with it, well," He gave a Cheshire cat grin. "it won't be painful, but she won't be waking up after words."

"You wouldn't," Randall said, eyes wide as different scenarios went through his head. Hamish was probably thinking the same things, too.

"Oh?" Trevor said, aiming the gun at Randall. "You want to test that theory yourself?" He asked, cocking the gun, finger on the trigger.

Randall held up his hands. "No, no no, I was just saying what would come next, from like, a movie," he rushed, then said quieter, "Please don't shoot me,"

Trevor gave a laugh as he slowly backed away. "Oh, don't worry," he said. "I won't take your lives yet. I still have so much planned for our little game," He said, backing away and leaving the abandoned building.

Hamish rushed over to where Mazikeen was, her back bleeding profusely. He unstrapped her and picked up her unconscious body, not caring if the blood seeped into his clothes. Clothes could be washed and replaced, but people can't.

"We need to get out of here," Hamish said, turning to the others.

Lilith gave a nod, leading them out the way they had come and into the forest, towards home.

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Reaching the Den, Hamish put Mazikeen on a table in the Reliquary, making sure she wasn't on her back so he could tend to her wounds.

After he had patched them up, this seeming all too familiar when she had self-inflicted herself weeks back, he pulled up a chair and stayed with her.

Randall and Lilith would come in every so often to check up on them, making sure Hamish isn't starving himself from rest and food.

He's heard them whispering about what they want to do to Trevor, and he agreed with everything they thought he couldn't hear. They always seem to forget his senses were more acute than theirs. But Hamish just sat there, motionless for the most part.

He hated that he couldn't help Mazikeen. It killed him when he watched her.

He finally moved. Only to get up and get Spitfires journal to read to pass the time.

Halfway through it, it was in a language that he couldn't read, and remembered that it was Russian and or Polish. He wondered if it was a language—or languages—that Spitfire could read.

Flipping through, he read that Spitfire considers anyone her 'pups' if they are close enough; like friends or family. She also is attracted to dominant hides; which Hamish thought was interesting, but was too drained to even care at this point.

Hamish heard someone walk into the room hurriedly, causing Hamish to turn to see Randall. "Hamish," Randall said, seeming worried. "Any change yet?" He asked.

Hamish just shook his head, putting aside the journal. "No, nothing," He sounded exhausted.

Randall only nodded, standing around awkwardly. "Are you okay?" Randall asked, looking at Hamish and seeing how tired he looked, a look that was so rare in Hamish that it seemed to have caught Randall by surprise.

"Yeah, fine," Haimish lied, not looking up at his friend. Randall gave Hamish a look. "Why don't you go get some rest while I watch Mazikeen? I'll let you know if something changes," Randall reassured. Hamish wanted to protest, but didn't because he knew Randall was right.

"Fine," He grumbled, getting up. "But come and get me when she even moves," Hamish said before ducking out of the Reliquary. Hamish barely made it to the top stairs and in his room before Randall started calling him back.

"She's moving!" He said loudly. Hamish rushed back, taking the steps two at a time.

Hamish was in the room when Mazikeen was shaking like she was cold, her eyes opening.

"Thank God," Hamish said, walking over and holding her hand in his. Mazikeen looked around weirdly, trying to register where she was. "Where am I?" She asked, her voice husky like she was asleep for eternity.

For Hamish that's what it seemed like. Eternity.

"You're back at the Den," Lilith spoke up. Hamish didn't realize she was in there with them until she spoke. Mazikeen frowned and nodded. She looked between all of them, and her eyes fell on Hamish's. "Why do I feel cold?"