Nineteen
Cathal raced into the rooms below quarantine.
The trace of Nyle and the others was clear, like a blinding light. Nyle was in front, and the others followed.
But Cathal knew that being in front didn’t make one a leader. Sometimes, it was better to command from the rear. A leader needed to see everything. That way, he could better understand what was needed.
The brethren needed food, and so they followed Nyle into this hunt. But Cathal could give them other food. He could offer them the blood packs on his back. Then he could teach them self-control.
They walked, and it didn’t take long for Cathal to catch up with them. Nyle stopped by a door, and the others formed an arc around him. Nyle hissed, and turned to face them.
Cathal pulled air in through his pores, following traces.
