Chapter 3 - The Hunt Begins
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By now many werewolves of the Silver Moon Pack had already managed to break in through the side entrance to Castle Mooreswell. Their sole mission in mind as they began searching eagerly throughout the many halls spiralling around the massively historical dwelling.
They were to find their target and take it out, no matter the cost!
Patrick was everything you could want in a Beta; strong, smart, incredibly powerful and unquestionably loyal to his Alpha and pack members.
Being the trustworthy second-in-command that he was, Patrick never once thought to question why they had been sent to track down this particular person. As a result he had no idea of who it actually was that they were searching for.
All Alpha Kryton had divulged to his loyal Beta was that the wolf they were after was a dangerous rogue who had been hiding out within the safety of the witch’s coven.
They had been sent there to kill the rogue at any cost.
It made no sense to him. Why would they need to track down a rogue this far from their own territory? And one hiding out with the likes of the witches, no less?
But Patrick would obey Kryton’s every command because he held great respect for his Alpha.
-
With a quick and yet cautious glance around Patrick led his loyal pack members down the darkened hallways and corridors, following along after the unique scent they had been tracking since departing earlier on in the morning.
The scent of their target.
And it appeared that he or she was close… extremely close!
“Beta, the scent is everywhere in the castle…” Delta Loumar reported, still in human form but baring his ferocious set of canines as his eyes glowed an eerie silver shade in the shadows.
“How are we going to narrow down our target’s location before the witches decide to retaliate?”
Patrick snarled, his silver eyes shimmering in the dull light of the flame torches lining the walls.
“We split up.” the wise Beta commanded sternly, “Loumar, you take your half up to the first level and do a room-to-room search. I’ll handle this level. We meet up back down here in ten.”
“And the witches?” Loumar queried quickly.
“Delta Wren is already in the process of dealing with them.” Patrick explained, yet vaguely as he glanced down the hallway.
“Just do your job and find that rogue.”
“What if we run into any… unexpected obstacles?” Loumar added, his brow raised.
“Witches, humans… take out anyone standing in our way. We must find our target and it must be tonight! During the full moon.” Patrick continued his merciless commands, “By any means necessary. Understood?”
Loumar’s sadistic grin was terrifying, almost animalistic as he replied.
“Loud and clear, Beta.”
With that the search party split in two as the werewolves dashed off to complete their task.
-
“Seriously, what is going on?” the clearly impatient Zara queried as she followed along behind the hooded figure leading her throughout several darkened corridors of the castle.
“What’s with all the alarms this late at night? Is it just a drill or is something actually going down-”
“-Shhh!”
Zara was immediately silenced when the Grand Master suddenly turned to face her, his angered gaze telling her all she needed to know as his brows furrowed inwards.
This was not a drill!
Something was really happening; something dangerous. She felt a sense of dread creeping up on her from behind, causing newly-formed goosebumps to rise across the surface of her skin.
“Just remain silent and follow me Zara, please, for your own sake. Quickly now!”
She watched in confusion as Xandaar then turned back around and continued marching off at an even faster pace now.
What was he hiding from her?
And what had him so afraid?
Nothing scared their Grand Master.
Nothing!
-
By now everyone in the entire Coven had gathered together in the safety of the castle’s basement where they awaited their next instructions from the Coven’s Council.
Belle frantically looked around the large subterranean room for her supposedly late roommate to appear but found no sign of her.
It was only in that moment that she suddenly began to wonder if Zara had in fact made it to the basement on her own or if perhaps something had happened to her on the way down. She frowned as her eyes wandered across the many faces filling the massive room, all busily chatting amongst themselves.
With the sudden clearing of Master Harold’s throat, everyone’s attention suddenly pulled towards the front entrance of the basement.
He and his fellow council members had gathered together to assess the situation and to keep everyone calm. Master Harold held both arms out as he began to explain their current situation, ensuring his tone remained calm and controlled.
“Can I have everyone’s attention please.” he began, “The castle is under a complete lockdown effective immediately. No one is to go in or out of this room without the express permission of a Master or Lady of the Coven.”
Everyone let out an irritated sigh, their voices as one collectively. Frowns of apparent disappointment littered their scattered faces.
“Now, I understand that this is inconvenient, especially with the planned celebration we had secretly prepared for Miss Lewis in honour of her birthday tonight, but-”
“-Wait, Master Harold where is she?” Belle’s voice suddenly interrupted from her current position amidst the large crowd of gathered witches.
Everyone’s heads turned to face her now as she looked directly to their elderly Masters and Ladies for answers.
“Excuse me?” Master Harold enquired aloud.
“Zara Lewis, my roommate… the birthday girl. She’s not here yet.” Belle announced with her brows furrowed in concern.
“Should we perhaps send someone out there to go look for her or something?”
The Masters seemed to share a guilty glance amongst themselves before he responded dryly.
“Er, I can understand your concern for your roommate Miss Waters, but I can assure you that Miss Lewis is indeed in safe hands.” he encouraged with a smile.
“But isn’t she in danger being out there all alone?” Belle questioned insistently.
“She is not alone.” Lady Sabitha interjected, her rose pointed upward.
“She is with our Grand Master. He will keep her safe, I can assure you.”
This had caused Belle to frown, with even more questions running through her head than she had moments earlier.
Where was her roommate and why were they being so secretive about her whereabouts?
“What? Why?” Belle spat out, seeming irritated by the minimal information they were being given about their current situation.
Master Harold raised his hands up once again as the crowd began to nod in agreement, calling out amongst themselves of their apparent concerns.
With great authority he continued on with his announcement.
“Please, all of you, you must listen now. It is imperative that you all remain calm whilst we wait this out. The issue is sure to sort itself out soon enough. But until it does-”
Another voice cut in.
“-Master Harold, what’s happening out there?” one of the many witches-in-training called out, causing others surrounding him to nod their heads in agreement.
“If it involves us, don’t we have a right to know?”
“Are we in any kind of danger?” another added from amidst the crowd, a clearly concerned tone to her voice.
Master Harold shook his head as he spoke to reassure them.
“No, no. No one is in any kind of danger. As you are all aware, once we enter the basement it is immediately sealed off with a magical enchantment. This prevents anyone from getting in without or express permission.”
Master Harold chuckled, “Believe me, within these basement walls we are well protected-”
“-Oh, I disagree completely…”
An unfamiliarly gruff voice spoke over the end of the Master’s sentence, loud enough for all to hear and causing everyone to quickly turn to meet their intruder’s gazes.
Gasps sounded from a sea of widened eyes as the terrified witches came to realise that they were not as alone as they had believed themselves to be!
Several disguised werewolves still in human form suddenly threw off their long hooded cloaks, revealing themselves to the crowd of frightened onlookers as they each grinned devilishly, baring their sharpened canines in obvious warning.
“Now…” the werewolf with the gruff voice stepped forward grinning as his silver eyes swept across the front of the crowd.
“Who’s in charge here?”
But Patrick would obey Kryton’s every command because he held great respect for his Alpha.
-
With a quick and yet cautious glance around Patrick led his loyal pack members down the darkened hallways and corridors, following along after the unique scent they had been tracking since departing earlier on in the morning.
The scent of their target.
And it appeared that he or she was close… extremely close!
“Beta, the scent is everywhere in the castle…” Delta Loumar reported, still in human form but baring his ferocious set of canines as his eyes glowed an eerie silver shade in the shadows.
“How are we going to narrow down our target’s location before the witches decide to retaliate?”
Patrick snarled, his silver eyes shimmering in the dull light of the flame torches lining the walls.
“We split up.” the wise Beta commanded sternly, “Loumar, you take your half up to the first level and do a room-to-room search. I’ll handle this level. We meet up back down here in ten, got it?”
“And the witches?” Loumar queried quickly.
“Delta Wren is already in the process of dealing with them.” Patrick explained, yet vaguely as he glanced down the hallway.
“Just do your job and find that rogue.”
“What if we run into any… unexpected obstacles?” Loumar added, his brow raised.
“Witches, humans… take out anyone standing in our way. We must find our target and it must be tonight! During the full moon.” Patrick continued his merciless commands, “By any means necessary. Understood?”
Loumar’s sadistic grin was terrifying, almost animalistic as he replied.
“Loud and clear, Beta.”
With that the search party split in two as the werewolves dashed off to complete their task.
-
“Seriously, what is going on?” the clearly impatient Zara queried as she followed along behind the hooded figure leading her throughout several darkened corridors of the castle.
“What’s with all the alarms this late at night? Is it just a drill or is something actually going down-”
“-Shhh!”
Zara was immediately silenced when the Grand Master suddenly turned to face her, his angered gaze telling her all she needed to know as his brows furrowed inwards.
This was not a drill!
Something was really happening; something dangerous. She felt a sense of dread creeping up on her from behind, causing newly-formed goosebumps to rise across the surface of her skin.
“Just remain silent and follow me Zara, please, for your own sake. Quickly now!”
She watched in confusion as Xandaar then turned back around and continued marching off at an even faster pace now.
What was he hiding from her?
And what had him so afraid?
Nothing scared their Grand Master.
Nothing!
-
By now everyone in the entire Coven had gathered together in the safety of the castle’s basement where they awaited their next instructions from the Coven’s Council.
Belle frantically looked around the large subterranean room for her supposedly late roommate to appear but found no sign of her.
It was only in that moment that she suddenly began to wonder if Zara had in fact made it to the basement on her own or if perhaps something had happened to her on the way down. She frowned as her eyes wandered across the many faces filling the massive room, all busily chatting amongst themselves.
With the sudden clearing of Master Harold’s throat, everyone’s attention suddenly pulled towards the front entrance of the basement.
He and his fellow council members had gathered together to assess the situation and to keep everyone calm. Master Harold held both arms out as he began to explain their current situation, ensuring his tone remained calm and controlled.
“Can I have everyone’s attention please.” he began, “The castle is under a complete lockdown effective immediately. No one is to go in or out of this room without the express permission of a Master or Lady of the Coven.”
Everyone let out an irritated sigh, their voices as one collectively. Frowns of apparent disappointment littered their scattered faces.
“Now, I understand that this is inconvenient, especially with the planned celebration we had secretly prepared for Miss Lewis in honour of her birthday tonight, but-”
“-Wait, Master Harold where is she?” Belle’s voice suddenly interrupted from her current position amidst the large crowd of gathered witches.
Everyone’s heads turned to face her now as she looked directly to their elderly Masters and Ladies for answers.
“Excuse me?” Master Harold enquired aloud.
“Zara Lewis, my roommate… the birthday girl. She’s not here yet.” Belle announced with her brows furrowed in concern.
“Should we perhaps send someone out there to go look for her or something?”
The Masters seemed to share a guilty glance amongst themselves before he responded dryly.
“Er, I can understand your concern for your roommate Miss Waters, but I can assure you that Miss Lewis is indeed in safe hands.” he encouraged with a smile.
“But isn’t she in danger being out there all alone?” Belle questioned insistently.
“She is not alone.” Lady Sabitha interjected, her rose pointed upward.
“She is with our Grand Master. He will keep her safe, I can assure you.”
This had caused Belle to frown, with even more questions running through her head than she had moments earlier.
Where was her roommate and why were they being so secretive about her whereabouts?
“What? Why?” Belle spat out, seeming irritated by the minimal information they were being given about their current situation.
Master Harold raised his hands up once again as the crowd began to nod in agreement, calling out amongst themselves of their apparent concerns.
With great authority he continued on with his announcement.
“Please, all of you, you must listen now. It is imperative that you all remain calm whilst we wait this out. The issue is sure to sort itself out soon enough. But until it does-”
Another voice cut in.
“-Master Harold, what’s happening out there?” one of the many witches-in-training called out, causing others surrounding him to nod their heads in agreement.
“If it involves us, don’t we have a right to know?”
“Are we in any kind of danger?” another added from amidst the crowd, a clearly concerned tone to her voice.
Master Harold shook his head as he spoke to reassure them.
“No, no. No one is in any kind of danger. As you are all aware, once we enter the basement it is immediately sealed off with a magical enchantment. This prevents anyone from getting in without or express permission.”
Master Harold chuckled, “Believe me, within these basement walls we are well protected-”
“-Oh, I disagree completely…”
An unfamiliarly gruff voice spoke over the end of the Master’s sentence, loud enough for all to hear and causing everyone to quickly turn to meet their intruder’s gazes.
Gasps sounded from a sea of widened eyes as the terrified witches came to realise that they were not as alone as they had believed themselves to be!
Several disguised werewolves still in human form suddenly threw off their long hooded cloaks, revealing themselves to the crowd of frightened onlookers as they each grinned devilishly, baring their sharpened canines in obvious warning.
“Now…” the werewolf with the gruff voice stepped forward grinning as his silver eyes swept across the front of the crowd.
“Who’s in charge here?”
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