412 Vindictive enemies
Shrouded by deep shadows cast by the tall trees deep within the forest, an amber-eyed man walked at an even pace, his feet barely making a sound. His hands, ever so often, traced the concealed elaborate claw marks that were carved strategically into trees spread throughout the forest.
His hands balled into fists as he followed the winding marked trees through the woods. At first glance, the trees seemed to have been randomly marked and there was no real pattern to where they led.
Yet, in truth, the claw marks were more than mere random slashes. Each tree was distinctly marked differently in a coded directional language that could only be deciphered by those that were taught to.
Even after knowing how to read these marks, the path was meandering and disorienting to anyone that followed it, damaging someoneâs sense of direction by merely following the directions. It was this same precaution that irked the amber-eyed hooded figure as he followed the markings.
After walking for a while, he came across a cabin that had been built through a thickened part of the trees.
Instead of building in a clearing, the cabin was instead built together with the forest. Carefully building around the large tree trunks and skilfully painting the cabin the colour of bark. For someone that didnât know what they were looking at and hadnât got instructions from the marked trees, this was very easy to miss.
The cabin was also further within trees that were closely packed together which made running into it even harder. The man reached the door and knocked at the door.
His hood helped him blend in with the shadows, so he was able to keep himself hidden on his way to the cabin... not like anyone was going to follow him this far into the woods.
After a moment, a series of clicking sounds could be heard from the other side of the door before it creaked open. The door swung open slowly, adding to the manâs already-paranoid suspicions.
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No one greeted him on the other side of the door. Only deep silent and ominous darkness... There wasnât even a sign of a lamp inside the strange cabin in the woods. Sighing, the man entered the cabin and melted into the darkness within. A few steps into the cabin and the door slammed shut, adding to the depth of the shadows inside the cabin.
The man looked about the room, his eyes flashing a bright amber as he searched for any sign of life. His werewolf senses could detect beings with him within the cabin, but his eyes yielded no results. The inhabitants were experts at concealing themselves.
âWhat brings you here, Victor? Didnât you hear the kingâs orders?â a deep voice bounced off the sides of the room.
âYes, I did. Nearly two years ago, I heard the kingâs orders and Iâve been reminded of them every time Iâve tried reaching out to any of you. Itâs like youâve stopped moving... stopped fighting. What are you plotting? I want to help. My revenge, as promised, has not yet been granted,â Victor bellowed, turning in the direction he thought was the origin of the voice in an attempt to find its source.
The next voice that came was... much younger, one that he knew all too well, but it came from an entirely different direction, âYour petty revenge is nothing in light of the Rogue kingâs will.â This voice came with a chilling growl that warned him to watch his words.
Victor shivered, feeling a new form of fear towards this voice. The boy sounded a little older than he remembered him, but that didnât change the fact that this voice belonged to Benji, the most agile general of the Rogue king. If it was the boyâs intention to kill the werewolf, Victor was better off surrendering, for there was no amount of speed he could muster to escape Benji.
âAh, yes, the rogue king. How is he? I havenât heard from him for a while,â Victor dismissed the obvious warning heâd heard moments prior.
âWatch your tongue, Victor. Youâre nothing more than an ant in his presence. An ant is all you are. Time has made you cocky,â the deep voice came again, but this time from a completely different direction.
âYou all hide now... Hiding within the general population. Rumour has it that the rogue killer has completely disappeared and yet the rogues have never been more silent.
New hunters rise and increase their numbers. They are starting to bolster their forces while the rogues have no way of replenishing what they lost. The breeders cannot increase the numbers of the rogues and the Rogue Kingâs bite wonât help him increase numbers. Not to mention, the hunters are discovering those facilities with each passing day.
Iâm not a fool. I know the rogues have never faced a darker time. I only want to help,â Victor was panting after his speech. He tried once more to survey the room, but his eyes still got nothing. Since this cabin had been built into the very foundation of the nature surrounding it, there were trees growing inside it.
The only thing that greatly separated the inside from the outside was the presence of a roof and man-made items.
After a short silence, the childâs voice rang clear, âWeâll allow you to speak of your plans for two minutes. If you do not say anything useful, we shall continue with the Rogue kingâs original orders and end your pitiful life where you stand,â Benjiâs voice had never been more threatening. Heâd known the boy to be vicious, but he had never been on the receiving end of his rampages.
âOkay, hear me out. I have a plan... the Trials and the Royal games,â the man panicked.
âThose are the most heavily guarded events of the century...â
âNo, not the Trials. The Trials allow the royals to prove that they can handle themselves out in the wilderness as they travel to the Great Arena,â the man tried explaining.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAttacking the royals will only draw the hunters to ourselves. Donât you know that the Chase family can sense the bloodlust of rogues that go on a rampage?â Samsonâs deep voice rumbled.
âYes, I know that and I do not ask that we attack them. We can merely cause... a few accidents,â the man smirked, âI was there when Drake left the palace. He was all on his own. The cocky prince feels heâs invincible and chose to carry out the Trials on his own.â
âVery well... Weâll give you this time to prove yourself. You can take two rogues on this mission. Iâll be surprised if you can even catch up to the prince. Perhaps this will teach you not to underestimate the royals,â Samson replied.
âWhat a waste of resources! Samson, are we really going to give him that many rogues to help him?â Benji yelled out, this time directing his voice to the other wolf that was surrounding Victor.
âUgh, Benji... what part of scary and mysterious donât you understand?â With the scraping sound of a match, the cabin was alight and bathed in the yellow light of a glorious flame on a match.
Samson lit a lantern and allowed his frightening facade to drop. The frightening aura in the room dropped significantly, causing the amber-eyed wolf to let out a breath heâd been holding in, âFor a moment there, I thought the two of you actually planned to kill me.â
âReally! That would be counterproductive,â Benji exclaimed.
âOh my, I didnât know you valued my...â
âWeâd be giving the location of such a wonderful meeting place out to the hunters. After what we did in that small town last year, we donât want to be attracting any attention to us. That doesnât mean we wouldnât kill you though... we just wouldnât do it here,â Samson shrugged.
âThatâs... uh, good to hear,â Victor chuckled nervously.
âThis plan of yours. What do you intend to do with the prince?â Samson asked.
âI thought you didnât believe in my chances?â Victor smirked.
âMeh! youâre going to die. I canât shake the feeling that the royal knew what he was doing when he set off,â the wolf replied, âSo try not to get yourself killed.â
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