“We’re just going to let them take them,” Marcus asked. Vicker stared at the vampires tailing the young werewolves walking down the road from the lines of the trees. The alcohol the werewolves splashed on their clothes was pungent in the air, enough to fool any supernatural being into thinking that they were drunk. The vampires disappeared and appeared just a few paces away, so that the wolves couldn’t pick up their scent in the air. They were getting closer.
Vicker wondered what they were waiting for. They were stalking the wolves rather than taking them right away.
They must be waiting for a command from somewhere. Vicker’s eyes narrowed on them.
Who was behind this? He asked himself.
“Yes,” Cassia said patiently. “If we want to find out where they took the others. We must let th
