Inhumane experiments are turning Dante Gray, a werewolf, into a monster - can he and Chase, a hot-headed warlock, find a cure before it's too late?
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Dante Gray, a werewolf, e...
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-Chase-
I could see the first hints of sunlight in the horizon when we parked our cars as close to Humble's Ravine as we could. Ben's van and Frank's bucket of a car were filled to the brim with weapons and other equipment we could possibly need, but I still wasn't sure if it was enough. Even though ogres were not as tough as the creatures in the Death Zone of Njizrski, it was still wise not to underestimate them.
We unloaded the cars in silence, constantly peering over our shoulders. The silent forest around us was still pitch-black, making me more nervous than I cared to admit.
I peered at Dante when I grabbed my bag from the backseat. His attention was on the forest as well, and I was so goddamn happy of his super senses at that moment. Ogres were smart hunters, and they knew their territory. We, on the other hand, had arrived with two noisy cars, plowing our way through the almost nonexistent road just because ogres were smart enough to protect their lands from magic, making teleportation impossible.
We could only hope we were still far enough from their territory, and they hadn't noticed us coming.
I walked up to Dante and placed my hand on his arm to gain his attention. He shifted a little, turning to look at me without saying a word. I reached into my bag and pulled out a leather pouch.
"Here," I whispered.
I didn't let go of the pouch when he wrapped his hand around it. Instead, I pulled him closer and got up on my toes to kiss him. His kiss wasn't enthusiastic, nor particularly loving either, but I couldn't blame him. His thoughts were on the pouch we were holding.
"Don't use it unless absolutely necessary," I reminded him, finally letting go of it.
He nodded and opened the pouch, peering at the adrenalin shot. "You don't have to worry about that," he muttered, shaking himself a little as he closed the pouch. "I still can't stand needles..."
"I know," I murmured, touching his cheek.
I wished I could've forced him to stay at home, but this mission was important to him. I wasn't quite sure why we were here, fixing a situation that wasn't ours to fix, but if it was important to him, it was important to me.
I turned to look at the pixie trio that had demanded to come with us. Bon, Chels and Chari were fiddling with the earpiece that was supposed to help us locate the Eavesrock. Ben, Frank and Gus were following Zane's order while unpacking his guns with Eru at their feet.
But the last member of our group was again being conspicuously absent.
I stepped away from the others, pretending to be getting something from the van.
"Roe?" I muttered quietly once I was out of the view.
"This is complete waste of time, you know that, right?" he asked inside my head.
