Chapter 6 – Tracking

Terra watched as Changeling and Raven talked to each other. She felt daggers in her stomach. She walked to them and waved.

"Hey Gar, hey Raven," she smiled. Well, mostly at Changeling.

Changeling raised an eyebrow, "Hey," he said.

Raven nodded to her, "So, what you doing?" Terra asked.

"Not much," Raven said.

"Ummm... Were you talking about anything in particular?" she asked.

Raven shook her head, "Not really."

Terra looked embarrassed, trying to think of something to say. "Anyway," Gar began, "Do you want to?" he asked Raven.

Raven nodded, "Sure, why not?" she smiled.

Terra felt insecure now, so left the conversation. She ignored the people who walked past her. She finally reached the final corridor that went to her room when she saw Bolt. He had disappeared earlier on, and now he was back. "Hey," Terra waved. Bolt looked sad.

"Hey," he said simply.

"Are you alright?" she asked. Stupid question.

"Yeah.." Stupid answer.

"Where'd you go?"

"For a walk," Bolt lied. Terra nodded, sighed then went into her new room. She put her arms to her head and spun around, looking at the room.

"I wonder if Midnight won't mind me staying here," she whispered to herself.

"Look Tracker, can you help me or not?" Midnight asked, annoyed. She looked at the pale girl with the turquoise marks.

She folded her arms, "Yes, but I told you, I don't want cash or plastic."

"What do you want then?" Midnight asked, exasperated.

"A silver wolf coin," Tracker smirked. "You should know how to get them."

"But... I'm not in a pack," Midnight wailed.

"Sorry, but that's what I'm charging," Tracker shook her head.

Midnight sighed, "Fine, I'll get you the stupid coin, but you better be as good as they say!" She stormed out of the alley way, in a mood, looking for a certain wolf pack. Tracker smiled as she watched the wolf-girl walk away. Midnight looked around, hoping to see Larson, a familiar pack leader. She crossed many humans, who eyed her fearfully and cautiously. She ignored them. "I know you're in this street," Midnight muttered to herself. She found an abandoned building, "Perfect!" she said. She climbed down the stairs, and banged on the door. "Larson!" she yelled. The door opened a crack and in sight was a tall, muscular man. "Hey Erik," Midnight said, "Is Larson here?"

Erik gruffed, "Password?"

Midnight sighed, "Look.. Is he here or not?"

Erik shook his head, "I can only tell you if you know the password."

"Fine, Varg," Midnight whisper.

Erik smiled, "You've studied your Swedish," he laughed.

"Yeah," Midnight rolled her eyes.

"Come on in," Erik said, opening the door. Midnight stepped in, blowing a strand of her from her face. There were many people around, who looked rough and mostly wore black leather.

"Wolves," she thought to herself, "And a lot of them."

"Larson's in the back," Erik said, pointing to a door.

"Thanks," Midnight said. She wandered from him, and knocked on the door. A woman, with short black hair, and yellow, sharp eyes answered.

"Hello?" she questioned, looking at Midnight.

"Hello Justine," Midnight greeted. The girl smiled and opened the door further.

"Not seen you in a long time, Lilith," she laughed.

"True that," Midnight replied, looking around the room.

"Heard you joined the Titans, like a year ago, or something," Justine said.

"Yeah, but I quit," Midnight laughed sharply.

"I don't blame you," Justine shook her head.

"Is Larson here?" Midnight finally asked.

"Yeah," Justine said. She pointed at another door, "He's writing a letter to another pack leader," she sighed, "He won't say who though."

"Oh," Midnight said. She thanked Justine and walked into the room to see a man with medium-length brown hair, and grey, steely eyes. His head was bent over a piece of paper. "Hey Larson."

He jumped, and turned around, smiling, "Lilith," he said.

She nodded, "The one and only." He got up to embrace her.

"You remind me so much of Kamari," Larson complimented.

"Thanks," she shrugged, "I think."

"That's who I'm writing to," he explained, "Justine mentioned that."

"Oh," she exclaimed, "Pack troubles?"

"A lot," he sighed.

"May I ask, what?"

"Yeah, there's massive influence over humans, that wolves are killing them," he said, "And we feel kinda insulted right now. I've been discussing this with Kamari, seeing as she's a pack leader too. We want to know who this wolf-thing is."

"I think I know," Midnight said.

"You do?"

"Remember... Argint lup?" Midnight asked.

"Silver Wolf," Larson said, nodding.

"I think it's him."

"Do you have proof?"

"Oh c'mon! A silver wolf-like creature, with black streaks and black eyes. I'm saying it's him!"

"Do you need our help to catch him, like?"

"No..Not really, I have a tracker on my side.. Except," she hesitated.

"Yeah?"

"Except, she wants me to pay her a Silver Wolf coin," Midnight trembled.

"Oh," Larson exclaimed.

"Any chance, you can spare one?"Midnight pleaded.

Larson smiled, "You'll have to fight for it."

"Fight?"

"For old times sake," Larson beamed.

"Oh, okay, when?"

"Downstairs, in the ring, one hour," Larson said.

"I'm in a hurry," Midnight said.

"Fine," he sighed, "Fifteen minutes. Remember you can't use powers."

Midnight nodded, "I know the drill."

"Good," Larson's grey eyes gleamed. "It'll be a blast."

"Sure..." Midnight muttered.