Chapter 3.
Rick finally picks up a scent on the pack band. That belonged to his father. Rick smiles believing that he would finally meet his father after so long. Little do Rick and Derek know that it is a trap.
"I think I have his scent," Rick said with a smile.
"Lead the way then kid," Derek replied.
"Who would think it would be so easy," Rick commented.
"Sometimes things are a lot easier than we believe it would be," Derek says. Before Rick starts walking in the direction of where the scent leads with Derek walking behind him.
Meanwhile, Xander has returned to his pack's hideout which is an underground city. It didn't take Xander too long to get their only half an hour. Upon entering his pack's hideout he makes his way over to the werewolves town hall if you will where they meet up to discuss important matters. Entering the werewolves town hall. Xander is greeted by his closet friend and second in command Grace. Grace has green eyes and short messy blond hair. Grace is wearing black trousers and a shirt with a fur cloak.
"Xander, you went to see the old hag again didn't you," Grace said already knowing the answer.
"You know me so well Grace and for good reason," Xander replied.
"And is this good reason Red Riding Hood again. I thought you given up on having her for some trophy." Grace smirked.
"Oh, and Red Riding Hood is or should I say was no ordinary trophy. She belonged to the first bloodline of werewolves. That means in werewolf hierarchy she is at the top." Xander says.
"Her status was revoked when she killed one of her own her mother if I recall. But with you being you. I'm never surprised when you want some woman around your arm to give you some attention old friend and to make you look more important." Grace spoke to her friend. This provokes Xander to use his werewolf speed to run up to Grace before grabbing her by the throat and pinning her against a wall.
"Her bloodline is more than just simple staus. A very valuable trophy having her as my bride would have gained me, my pack respect among any of wolves remaining in this land." Xander reminded his old friend.
"Either remove your hand from me yourself. Or I will rip it from you myself. I remember you needed me to help ambush your older brother Lewis without me, he wouldn't have been easy for you to kill your brother." Grace snapped. Xander sighs in frustration at being reminded of that. Xander removes his hand from Grace's throat.
"Yet it was my idea on where we should move here. During the original Dark Curse." Xander reminds her.
"Why did you send me away after I helped wound him enough for you to kill him?" Grace questioned.
"Me, killing him was personal brother to brother. But right now I have a job for you." Xander answered.
"What job?" Grace asked.
"One that is most delicate. I believe that Red is dead all the signs point to this. But her child isn't my personal little witch discovered that her child has returned to the Enchanted Forest. A boy in fact. He's searching for his father. My personal witch enchanted Lewis's pack band to lead them into a trap." Xander explains.
"I take it you want me to kidnap the boy." Grace assumed.
"No, I want you to take out his friend a fellow and much older wolf. You have to stay out of view make sure they not expecting you. Take out his fellow friend with an arrow through a heart. Then I will swoop in and save him. He will be shock confused and will be more open to trusting me." Xander tells her.
"Ah, then you will play the loving uncle and you will lie to him to gain more status," Grace said.
"Yes, but you have to leave now," Xander replies.
"Fine, I'm only doing this because I'm a friend and I haven't killed anyone in a while," Grace told Xander before walking over to a corner to pick up a bow and some arrows.
"Trust me what I'm planning involves a lot more killing to feed the beast in you," Xander says with a vicious smirk.
End of chapter 3.