Pt. 35
The wolf pack padded silently down the hall, eyes shining in the darkness. Behind them strode their mistress, the Huntress, her crossbow slung over one shoulder. Her boots made no sound on the stone floors as she followed her pack towards their prey. "Silly witch" she thought, watching her wolves move in and out of the shadows. "Does she really think she can hide from me?"
The lead wolf, a huge, dark beast known only as Black Wolf, stopped in front of an ornate door and looked back at his mistress with a whine. "Here!" the beast thought. "Here is where the prey sits. Can we enter?"
"No" Rowan said quietly, running her fingers through the large animals ruff. "If I know my brother, he'll be coming soon to collect me which means my time is limited. I need the pack here to warn me if he approaches."
"What if the Old Dragon comes?" Black Wolf thought, casting a quick glance back down the now foggy corridor. "The pack must honor his commands. If he orders us away from the door we will go."
"I know. Don't fret. When this is done we will have a proper hunt over the sylvan hills." She pulled her gloves from her hands and tucked them in her black leather biker's jacket then pushed open the door.
Inside the chapel's candles cast a glow on the ornate altar. A red-haired figure was seated on the pew, somberly examining the icons. "So, Arthur decided to send his sister to face me instead of doing it himself." Morgan looked back at the dark-haired woman about to join her. "I'm surprised."
"Be thankful. I doubt he'd be in any mood for discussion. As it stands he's probably only just now discovering what you did" Rowan replied, standing at parade rest in front of the altar. "I contacted Col. Baird before he could return to explain what happened in the dark realm."
"And so you decided to deal with this yourself?" Morgan sneered, standing to face the other woman. "You do know who I am, or more importantly, what I am capable of?"
"Actually, I don't care what you are capable of." Rowan said coldly. "I've dealt with worse."
"Brave words from such a young witch" Morgan crossed her arms across her chest and examined the girl intently.
"I'm not as young as I look" Rowan replied, looking down at her prey.
The sound of the wolf pack howling caught both women's attention. "What is that?" Morgan asked, frowning.
"Early warning system" Rowan looked back at the door with a slight smile. "We're about to have visitors."
Outside of the chapel
Jenkins stopped in his tracks as a pack of huge wolves stood between them and the chapel door. He looked back at his companion with a frown. "We have a problem."
Vlad smiled slightly. "They are no problem, just a slight impediment." He moved around the other man and walked up to the largest of the animals, a huge black wolf. "Your mistress is inside, isn't she?"
The wolf sat quietly, looking up at the old man. The other wolves moved around him nervously, looking from the pack leader to the man they knew as the Old Dragon. Suddenly the dark wolf started howling, an eerie sound echoing in the library's quiet corridors. The rest of the pack joined in, singing their wild song.
"I think we may have tripped the alarm" Vlad said somewhat amused.
"Will they try to stop us?" Jenkins asked, moving to stand behind the other man.
"No – why should they? They are only doing as their mistress asked, which means that minx knows she's being tracked." Vlad shook his head. He motioned to the large wolf to move away from the door then waved the other man to go before him. "After you."