Max
I followed Nash around the wilds around Rustknoll, staying well away from pack territories, for several days. With Nash as my guide, I found places I hadnât checked on my former search, but none of them yielded my long desired results. Iâd largely given up, but Nash still seemed invested so I kept my resignation to myself.
Occasionally, he would comment about something he remembered, some recollection of an abandoned pup, and I kept the pointlessness of what we were doing to myself.
After all, continuing didnât hurt, I reminded myself whenever my frustration and disappointment became more than I could tolerate. We ranged further than my original search and at least I could block off more of my internal map in my mind. Iâd never need to search this area again.
âWe stayed here the first winter,â Nash told me. âPretty good hunting and I shifted so we didnât freeze.â We passed a roughly constructed structure that could barely be considered a shelter, built from refuse and branches, and nearly falling to the ground while nature swallowed it up from all directions.
The idea of children shivering out in this hovel in the middle of the wilderness pissed me off, even more than my bad temper from another failed search.
A snap caught my ear. I wasnât the only one, Nash looking in the same direction as the sound. âPretend you didnât hear,â I cautioned him. âIf it is a threat, weâll let them think theyâre catching us off guard.â Nash was more of the attack first, ask questions later type, but we were going with a more subtle strategic approach since we were doing this my way.
We continued walking, with no evidence of anyone following us for long enough that I almost could have imagined that the sound might have been a deer or rabbit, except that prey animals wouldnât usually get close to a werewolf. They would have been directly in our scent trail so they would have known we were nearby. Prey animals werenât stupid. There were other innocuous explanations for the sounds, but...
âThink that was nothing?â I asked Nash, interested in his take.
âNo.â
âMe neither.â Our conclusion was confirmed as the wind shifted and I caught a whiff of pack wolf scent, maybe the same as the one who had attacked us last time. Iâd hoped weâd lost them, but clearly they were determined. I glanced at Nash, wondering what he had done that they wanted him so badly.
My questions were cut short when a mass of snarling grey fur rushed the clearing, golden eyes directed at me. Two more followed him in my direction. Apparently I wasnât being underestimated anymore.
Two more had gone for Nash as well. The odds werenât in our favour. âRun!â I ordered through the link. âWeâll try to lose them!â
Nash had already made the same assessment, so it took him no time to dash away. Running in the same direction as him, I only hoped he knew where he was going. All five wolves were still on our tails, so I decided to split up, using a sturdy tree to help me take a sharp corner and I tore off adjacent to the chase.
The sound of growls at my manoeuvre followed me and I grinned at the sound. A quick glance behind showed that only two of them were behind me, better odds than before. Hopefully Nash could keep ahead of the other three, because his skills were definitely better suited to running and skulking than fighting while outnumbered.
Meanwhile, my two pursuers were spreading out, the second lagging. I ran for a couple more minutes, leaping and dodging, before I whirled around and met the first wolf.
I didnât have much time for restraint, so I feinted in one direction and then slipped under, going for the jugular. I didnât get a good bite, so he wouldnât bleed out, but it was enough to start sapping his energy. I didnât need a dramatic blow, I just needed to do enough damage to put them out of commission.
I lunged again, the other wolf snapping his jaws at me defensively. I backed off and aimed for his hind flank, ripping his flesh just as the second one burst through the trees, surprise at my direction in his canine eyes.
Meeting him head on, his jaws aimed for my throat, so I twisted, rolling underneath and shoving him hard into a tree. I jumped to my feet and attacked him, blood and fur flying. I left them both injured as I ran back in the direction I came, confident Iâd outpace them now. Pack wolves were strong, but after all my searching, my stamina was nearly unmatched.
A third wolf had apparently decided to follow behind his pack mates, which was stupid of him since their main advantage had been in numbers, but lucky for me. There was surprise, or maybe fear, as I barrelled towards him, giving him no time to prepare himself. He managed to get his teeth into the back of my neck, but I grabbed his leg and dislocated the joint. His cry of pain was all I needed to hear. My neck stung where his teeth ripped my flesh as I ran back the way I had come.
âHolding up?â I asked Nash.
âIâm behind a gas station on the highway and Iâm cornered. If I go any further humans might see me.â There was real fear in his voice, probably at the idea that he might expose our secrets and have hunters coming for him. Everyone, rogue or pack, wished to avoid drawing the huntersâ attention.
âIâll be there soon, just play defensive.â Only a minute later I caught up, and I charged towards one of the last enemies, throwing my weight at him. Nash went for the other wolf, and the fight continued. Nash managed to knock out his attacker, and I pinned the one I was fighting on the ground, my teeth in his throat. He gave up, letting his body go limp as a sign of his defeat.
âWatch him, Iâm shifting out of my fur,â I told Nash, who took my place at my captiveâs throat. I barely felt the pain of my wounds as I turned into my human self, although theyâd hurt once my adrenaline wore off.
âShift,â I ordered the prone wolf, and after a moment he obeyed, shifting into a brown-haired kid who probably wasnât even twenty yet.
âWould you like to get out of here alive, wolf?â I asked, letting a menacing growl hint in my tone.
âIâm not telling you anything, so do whatever you want,â he said, but I didnât miss the tremor hiding in the defiance.
âIâm not planning to do anything to you. But you know, the four other wolves who came along with you are injured, and it would be easy to kill any one of them now. Or, instead, you could just answer a few simple questions. Like, which pack are you from? You smell familiar.â
He didnât answer.
I dug around in my bag, and turned on my cell, and set it to recording. Then I pulled a knife out of my bag and held it to my prisonerâs throat and looked at Nash. âJust act for now, donât do anything permanent.â
Then, purely for the wolfâs ears, I said to Nash, âGo and sever the leg on that one. He doesnât need it because it looks like heâs going to die anyway.â
I turned my eyes back to the quivering wolf. âOr you could tell me your pack name? Because I know your scent and I will figure it out, but the convenience might put me in a better mood.â A trickle of blood wound its way down his throat and I let up the pressure a bit. I wasnât actually planning to kill anyone I didnât have to, but this wolf didnât need to know that. His eyes darted between me and Nash, and in this case, Nashâs unnerving behaviour worked in my favour.
âBluegorge.â The words came through gritted teeth, but I understood them. Nash stiffened.
âAnd what does Bluegorge want with me and Nash?â It was time for the secrets to come out, whether Nash wanted them to or not. Iâd given him plenty of time to confess, and getting hunted down was inhibiting my goals. Even worse, Bluegorgeâs involvement might impact Glenshadow, and I wouldnât allow that.
âNothing.â
âLie. Maybe just start with the leg below the knee, Nash.â
âPlease donât, thatâs my mateâs brother!â Rookie mistake, telling me that. This wolf was pretty young, and I felt sorry for the kid. Not enough not to do what needed to be done, though. My patience had finally run out.
âYour mateâs going to be very upset when her brotherâs crippled, only crippled, if heâs lucky, thanks to your silence. And donât worry, since you donât seem to like talking Iâll make sure she knows. I understand how important mates are. I actually have a mate, too, but I canât find her and itâs making me a bit...agitated. And youâve just interrupted my search for her again so Iâm not feeling very generous.â
The unconscious wolf whimpered as Nash dug his teeth into the leg. Nashâs eyes implored me not to continue with my questioning, but it was too late. Heâd had more than enough chances to come clean voluntarily.
âI guess itâs lucky heâs out, he probably wonât feel it as much. Nash...â
âWait, wait! Iâll tell you.â
âWhy are you after Nash?â
My prisoner closed his eyes, and inhaled roughly. Nash stiffened. Maybe I wasnât going to like what I was about to hear, but it was time to get answers. At least this search wasnât going to be a total waste of time like all the others.