Evil is looming on the horizon.
Matthias can feel it. The rest of the pack senses it too. Their duty is to protect those who can't protect themselves, but how can they do that when the monsters they hunt are changing? After an increase in human dis...
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"Give it back, Caleb!"
"I didn't take it!"
"Yes, you did! Now give it back!"
"Stop yelling at me!"
The sound of distant arguing stirred me from my sleep. I blinked slowly, trying to remember where in the hell I was. Early morning sunlight shining in through the windows made me squint suddenly, forcing me to sit up. The book that I had forgot was laying on my chest fell to the floor with a loud thud. Rubbing my eyes sleepily, I glanced around the room, realizing that I must have passed out on the couch at some point during the night.
Alaric and I had been out late the night before last, trying to find leads on the 8 murders we had last week in Alpha Blackwater's territory with not much luck. We had come to find out from police reports that each of the victims were runaways, all from different states. Other than that, we haven't found out much else. We still had no clue what did the killings in the first place. Witches were always coming up with new ways to perform sacrifices and blood magic, but something in my gut told me this was something new. Something we hadn't dealt with before.
Alpha Blackwater was anxiously awaiting word from Alaric in regards to what had happened. He too had seen the police reports and wanted to know exactly what was in his territory causing so much havoc. The local news had reported it as a ritualistic mass killing and was pointing fingers at a satanic cult that had been terrorizing the midwest in recent years.
But Alpha Blackwater knew better than that. He had humans to protect and he couldn't do that without knowing exactly what he was up against. Unfortunately, we didn't know what to tell him. We had no more answers than he did and I think that was driving Alaric crazy. It was his responsibility to give the other Alpha's some sort of direction, yet here he was, just as confused as they were. Word of the killings had quickly spread to all the other territories and now they too were wanting answers.
Alaric and I had been working tirelessly to give everyone just that. We were putting together all the clues that we had found but were no closer to making a connection. We'd spent many nights scouring Alaric's study searching for evidence as to what sort of monster would be capable of doing such a thing. Despite trying to find answers in old books, those efforts were somewhat halted. Many of the books in Alaric's study were written in Enochian, an old dead language that the Original Pack had used. Unfortunately, neither he nor I were taught the language. There was only one wolf I knew of that could, but he was no longer with us.
That fact frustrated Alaric even more. The answers could be in those books and yet no one was able to decipher anything that was scrawled on the pages. I had fallen asleep late last night trying to translate some of it but didn't have much luck. I hadn't seen Alaric for over a day now, which was unusual. The thought left me feeling a bit unsettled. I knew he was struggling a lot lately and him going off on his own wasn't the answer to any of his problems. In truth, that would only end up causing more.
