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Trent
walked through those gates, there was no turning back.
    Trent
waved as he drove by. And he didn’t leave alone. His two best friends, Marc and
Darren, came with him, refusing to be left behind, stating, “Like hell are we
letting you have all the fun and scars,” because, as Marc added, “Chicks dig
scars.” Of course, their kind didn’t scar easily, with silver and the mating
bite about the only things that could permanently mark them, but that didn’t
dissuade his best buds. God, he loved the stupid bastards. In many respects,
they were closer to him than his own brother.
    It took
them almost two months to track David, following his path from the pack he’d
left to a small town in the middle of nowhere that they almost bypassed except
that their lunch stop at a fish-and-chips stand saw his tempura-covered halibut
wrapped in a bit of newspaper. Wolfing down his lunch until only the wrapper
remained, he almost spat out his last mouthful. In the picture staring up at
him, grainy and grease-stained, was his brother, his arm around a girl. Ketchup
covered the article, which made him snarl in frustration. It took only a little
digging to find the story, and what he read in the dilapidated motel room that
he’d rented chilled him to the bone.
    WOMAN MISSING AFTER BOYFRIEND KILLS NEIGHBOR
    Local resident Thea Papadopoulos
was last heard screaming in the hall of her apartment building moments before
her live-in boyfriend, David Emerson, killed a neighbor who stepped in to offer
aid. An eyewitness, watching through the peephole in their door, described the
murder as chilling, saying, “He just wrung his neck like it was a chicken.”
Authorities have yet to nab the killer or to recover his girlfriend, who was
last seen by a pedestrian walking their dog as he carried her limp body out to
his car. The vehicle has since been recovered in the parking lot adjoining the
national park, but despite teams of searches, including canine units, they’ve
yet to recover either of them. The investigation is ongoing.
    Punching a
hole in the motel wall didn’t change the content of the article. And yelling
didn’t bring his brother back with answers. Because I don’t believe it. Disbelief, though, wouldn’t return his
brother. At least Trent had a place to begin his search, even if he feared what
he’d find at the end of that path. The article was written six weeks ago, so picking
up any trail would prove challenging, but not impossible for someone of his
ilk.
    The town
didn’t have an active pack, the local group having moved on because of the
mandate from the Lycan council. Not that Trent needed
their help. When he found his brother, and he would, he’d kick his ass himself
and find out the truth, because the David he knew wouldn’t hurt a human. Heck,
his little brother didn’t even like the fact his wolf hunted squirrels.
    So what
would make his little brother snap? Could it be the girl he apparently lived
with? A girl he’d kept secret? Was he on drugs? Maybe the witness was mistaken
and the guy just looked like David. A ton of questions, and
no answers. Yet.
    Equipped
with a knapsack and walkie-talkies, he and his friends parked in the same lot where
David’s car was found. All around them the forest loomed, a national park with
hundreds of acres of untouched woods, a favorite hunting ground, he’d bet, for
wolves who needed to stretch their four legs. And a great spot for inbred, country hicks to prey on unsuspecting
victims.
    For the
moment forget his brother, Trent’s rogue status with the pack, and even his reason
for being there. First things first. He had some
fucking hillbillies to track because while David was the nice one in the
family, Trent wasn’t. He’d gotten some of his dad’s old-school attitude, his
favorite one being an eye for an eye. Or in this case, a total ass-whooping , his favorite kind.
    With night
falling quickly this time of the year, autumn’s grip clear in the changing
color of the