Chapter 44 - "Open sesame"
This is a terrible plan, a truly awful plan that is going to get us killed.
Ethan's words slip easily into my mind as we carefully trudge towards the encampment, wrapped in the cloaks of the Rogues we'd left unconscious and practically bare in the middle of the forest. My lips twitch at the thought. I would love to see their faces when their conscious again, alas we should be far away from here, hopefully alive by that time.
But I love it.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes at the comment of his idiocy as he slips back into his cool and obviously charming self. I scrunch my nose at the deep, rotten, mould scent that seems to move around us as we trudge closer to the encampment, the hoods of our cloaks tightly drawn over our faces, thankful for once the rain gave us ample excuse to keep them on.
"You two."
Ethan tenses beside me, his hand subtly moving towards his weapon, I release a long breath catching Ethan's attention as he inclines his head slightly in my direction. I carefully and barely shake my head at his action. Ethan rolls his shoulder and straightens slightly as he pauses beside me and a group of three Rogues trudge closer to us. I carefully scan the two shifted Rogues who snarl and snap at each other behind a tall, thin male. My lips purse as a very obvious metallic scent rolls up my nose.
Blood.
This guy has killed recently. Anger surges through me and it takes everything in me not to attack as the stench of fresh blood maybe only a couple of hours old washes up my sensitive nostrils. I eye the dude murderously under my cloak, fingers itching to grasp the bow I'd slung over my shoulder. The dude is tall, like super tall with pale almost luminescent skin his almost handsome face is sharp and angular. A dangerous face, eyes burning with predatory hunger as he scans me over before moving over to Ethan who growls lowly. The two Rogues either side of the male instantly stand to attention, canines bared as they prowl closer to the dude "you're late. Valentine doesn't like tardiness" Ethan releases a cold snarling growl, that shudders over our group "Fuck off. You're in my way"
The tall dude laughs, a chilling laugh that sounds more like nails on a chalkboards. A threatening laugh that promises torture and death before he pins his blood thirsty gaze on Ethan "careful mutt" my eyebrow quirks at the insult. Is this dude not a Wolf? "move. I have information to share with Valentine" my gaze settles on the wolves either side of the dude talking, their teeth barred, and eyes pinned on Ethan who stands slightly in front of me. "I hope for your sake Caylet" the dudes eyes carefully regard Ethan's as he glides soundlessly forwards "Or me and my boys will have some fresh blood to ingest" Ethan fists curl as he flashes his canines through the shadows his hood throws over his face "careful or it'll be you I'll be ingesting" Ethan's voice is deep and masked in a rough growl that sounds nothing like the boy I know. I keep my mouth shut knowing the cloaks scent wrapped around me was previously owned by a male, my voice is most definitely not male.
The dude throws back his head, flashing longer and more white canines at Ethan, canines that look more like they belong to a Vampire than a Shifter "I can't wait for the day you fall out of Valentines favour Caylet" in a flash the dude is so close to me, an icy cold shiver runs through me as the temperature seems to drop dramatically and sharp nails cut into my chin "and who is this female wrapped in your partners cloak? She smells divine" I tense as the dude lifts my chin up, attempting to see under my hood. I quickly grab his wrist and squeeze tightly "the one that tore the bastards jugular out when he looked at me wrong. Imagine what I'll do to you if you don't release me" the dude barely winces as the bones in his wrist creak dangerously under my grip, his lips turn into a sadistic smile as he easily slips out of my grip but before he can move closer Ethan release a long warning growl, stepping slightly in front of me "my new partner. Bloodthirsty little thing, now get out of my way. I have business with Valentine" the dude hisses at Ethan, flashing his sharpened canines with threatening brutality "careful steps mutt" Ethan snarls and surges forwards grasping the dudes black jacket in his hands, clutching it tightly in his hands as he yanks the dude closer but not close enough to see past his hood. The two wolves' hind legs bend, readying themselves to jump into action but I surge forwards, my knee's bending as I splay a hand into the dirt in front of me for balance. Leaning forwards so I can directly meet their eyes through the shadow of my hood I release a loud animalistic snarl.
