Chapter 3
Jordan~
I wake the next morning, and the clock on the bedside table tells me it's seven in the morning. I look over to see Maia still asleep and curled up next to me. Careful not to wake her I get up. I knows she's nervous about Manhattan, and to be honest so am I. Something just doesn't feel right, doesn't add up. I shake my head, I just need to focus on what I have to do, and keeping Maia out of danger. It's just some rouge wolves, nothing I haven't dealt with before.
I make my way into the kitchen and search the fridge for something I an actually make. I settle on some eggs and toast, something even I'd have trouble messing up. Just as I'm finishing I see Maia come into the kitchen.
"Morning" I greet her "Breakfast?" She looks to see what I'm making before answering.
"Sure" she says with an uneasy smile, and I can't be sure if it's because I cooked the food or because she's still nervous, though it's most likely a mixture of the two. I hand her a plate of food and we sit at the small table in the kitchen. I watch Maia wairily as she eats, she's glancing around nervously.
"Maia" I call her name in an attempt to get some form of reaction from her, I get the feeling she's keeping something from me, but why would she think she had to do something like that? She should be able to tell me anything.
"Yeah?" she asks, and she looks downward, like she's purposly trying not to look at me. Was it something I did? I can't think of anything that might've upset her, besides that doesn't explain her behavior.
"If you're done eating we should probably get going, we want to get to Manhattan as soon as possible so we don't look too supiscious" I say, deciding that she'd tell me whatever it was when she wanted to. She nods, and I grab our plates and wash them off before putting them in the dishwasher. Then I scribble a note for Simon, telling him what's going on for when he comes back to the apatrment.
"I'll run the bags out to the car" Maia calls, and I hear the front door shut. I let out a sigh and put the note on a table by the front door where Simon can easily see it, whenever he gets back, before following her out.
We spend most of the ride to Manhattan in silence, and it eats at me, but I kow it's best not to push Maia. If she wants to talk she wlll. So it's almost a relief when we make it the hotel. It's a grand place, the Praetor Lupus tends to go all out wih this type of thing.
"Woah" Maia says in awe, and I have to agree. We check in and are directed to a room on te third floor. It's typical, plain, with two twin beds seperated by a side table. Though it has more of an elegance you only see in these higher class places.
"I could get used to this" I comment, placing my bags on one of the bed. Maia rolls her eyes, but laughs. At least I finally got some reaction out of her. I look at the alarm clock on the table, its twelve in the afternoon. There probably won't be any issues at this time of day. "Maia, what do you say we hit the town, maybe see if we can find anything, anyone causing trouble isn't likely to be out, but they may have left something behind"
She thinks for a moment before answering "sounds like a plan" she smiles, but it's half-heartedly. I'm starting to just want to get this whole thing over with so she'll relax. We head out of the hotel and walk along crowds of people for awhile before the crowds start to thin out. We head into the rough part of town, almost immediatly my senses, heightened even when I'm not in wolf form, pick up on a smell.
"There are definitly wolves around here" I say, Maia nods in agreement, she must have picked up on the scent too. We couldn't find any other evidence, but it was a start. They cleaned up pretty well, but there was no masking a scent. These were definitely newly made wolves, careless. At least they had the common sense to keep hidden from the humans, well they haven't been seen at least.
"It seems like they've been here recently, think they come around here often?" Maia asks, looking around, as if we could have missed anything in our sweep of the area, an alleyway running in between two seemingly abandoned warehouses.
"That's as good a guess as any, but we'd have to stake it out to be sure" I sigh at the idea of sitting on this spot for who knows how long, waiting for who knows what to happen, it doesn't exactly sound appealing.
"Well we're here, we might as set something up" she suggests, and the ideas seems about appealing to her as it does to me, maybe less. I have to agree with her, and we decide to head back in a few hours after getting some things ready.
Back at the hotel we change into darker clothing and grab some food and extra clotes in preparation for tonight. I'm getting a bad feeling about it, but at the same time it really is just easier to get it over with, and Maia seems to feel the same way.
"Ready?" I ask.
"As I'll ever be" she says, and I couldn't agree more. We head out, back to where we'd picked up the wolves scent.
