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Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 12 Greyback Pack
BeccaWith the map in one hand and my water bottle in the other, we tread through the forest, sweat rolling down my back. The air is so thick that there isn’t even a slight breeze. Despite the afternoon sun barely getting through the canopy of trees, I’m burning hot, with my hair stuck to my sweaty neck; the tickling annoys the hell out of me.According to my research, we are already on the Greyback Pack's territory, but there's no sign of werewolves or even humans in the area. With each step, the lump in my throat grows bigger, and my heart is heavy, already knowing we won't find anything.Jason’s steps are heavy beside me. He is losing hope, just like me, but still going on until it’s proven otherwise.We spent two days in the nearest town sniffing around literally and figuratively, asking around the locals for the nearby farms and forest trails. Even though we corrected them each time, the locals seemed to think we were a young couple. I have a feeling we should play into that the
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 13 Howler's Pack
Becca My skin burns from the beaming sun above. We weren't gifted with clouds today. The parched ground under my boots craves the rain, just like me. The dirt road we took to get to the forest seems endless, and I swear I see things that aren't there. On one side are fields of harvested corn stalks stretching for miles, while on the other, there is a vast cattle pasture. The forest is visible in the distance but still too far to provide any relief. I reach into the side strap of my backpack to retrieve my water bottle, unsure whether to drink from it or pour it on my head. "Why did we think coming on foot was better than by car?" I ask Jason, whose steps are getting heavier beside me. "I'd say no clue, but we both know you were the one who insisted that a little walk can’t hurt," he replies with a grumble. I drink from my water and pretend he didn't say that, but my self-defense gets the best of me. "It didn't look this far on the map," I say defensively. "I guess we lear
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 14
Becca“So, you don’t know anything about werewolves,” I say in a questioning tone.“No, I didn’t know they existed,” he laughs again with that nervous laugh, and I can’t help but smile at him.He was just a baby when everyone- along with his parents, died. This day does not go the way I thought it would.“Should we go this way?” I ask him, motioning towards where he came from.“Yes,” he replies, stepping out of the bush, and I quickly turn so I don’t face him. We walk side by side, a few meters from each other. He is so thin. I can see his collarbone, the bones on his shoulder, and even his ribs.I share with him the story of my family and our former pack, and he listens intently as I talk about growing up among werewolves. Jason joins us again when I explain what we discovered about the end of pack life and the decimation of the werewolf population.“I must have been around 2,” he says solemnly. “At least, I think, because that is when I got in foster care. No one knows anything abou
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 15 Jason
Jason I beat my forehead on the steering wheel. Once, twice. Frustration bubbles up in my throat, but I keep the vibrations of growling inside my chest. I cannot believe that they are leaving on that fucking bus, that Becca would simply throw all our plans for this kid. She was like, hey, would you- a complete stranger- want to move in with me? And I had no idea how to stop her without being a total asshole. Of course, I saw the guy was underfed and lived in a tent in the forest. Of course, I wanted to help him. That’s why we were teaching him how to hunt and cook. But he is a goddamn werewolf. With a few more days of practice, his wolf would’ve become natural, as he should’ve been already. Why the hell his wolf didn’t know how to hunt? I ask no one in particular, yet Makya thinks it is time to budge in with his wisdom. ‘He was alone. While we had the pack for a few years, he had never seen another wolf.’ Yep. I just knew he would be a smartass about it. How the hell he isn’t fu
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 16 Scent of death
Becca“Let’s look at that map again,” Jason says, reaching into my bag to pluck it out. “If no one has been there for two decades, we might have trouble finding it due to overgrown vegetation.”“I was thinking the same thing,” I reply, sighing as the trees separate us again. Despite my efforts to pinpoint the exact location by the description of the closest pack and studying every map of the area, it could still take days to find it. And even then, we’ll have to wait for the right time when the full moon illuminates the forest.I confidently take the lead. Thanks to the satellite images, I have memorized everything I could, even though the forest is so wild that it is impossible to find any track. My boots too often get caught in the tangle of vine and undergrowth to keep a decent pace. I find myself shaking my leg after every few steps. I have to constantly look to the ground, evading most of the vines since it is way overgrown, and the leaves from last fall are still here. This is t
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 17 Blue Moon Pack
BeccaJason steps next to me as I hide behind a tree. He peeks forward, sniffing for any danger again.“Yes, I know. But only a human,” he replies with a frown on his forehead.There’s no one in sight. Everything is silent, but the creaking of the fire and the scent of stew cooking.We move forward, slowly and carefully, looking around. The forest is the same wild as all day: animals scrape about without fear of being hunted down.As we reach the back of one bungalow, and as Jason touches it, his face turns sour. His shoulders slump, and his head falls over sadly. “There aren’t any werewolves here,” he whispers with conviction.I frown at his statement. We’ve already established that. I can smell only one human, a male, to be precise.“If there aren’t any werewolves here, why do we smell them?” I ask in a hushed tone.Jason frowns before answering and caresses the bungalow. “Is it possible to smell the memory of someone?” he asks, still in a daze.“The memory?” I ask, copying his move
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 18 Hunter
Becca A shriek leaves my mouth before I pull myself together. I gulp, trying to loosen the knot in my throat, but it’s useless. My legs shake with the only thought occupying my brain: this was the biggest mistake of my life. Coming here is just as dangerous as my parents always warned me. They told me over and over again that hunters never give up and that we still have to be careful because they suspect some of us survived. Is this how our journey ends? I quickly search for my phone to send my parents the coded message about arriving at the Blue Moon Pack. ‘We are strong, and with Jason and Makya, we could easily take him.’ Bliss’s calm words contradict her feelings. Her body is rigid, her ears standing at attention. “Relax.” Jason’s soothing voice accompanies his caresses on my arms and back. At least he isn’t freaking out yet. I can’t relax. My hands shake as I put the phone in the slinger on my hips. There aren’t any curtains on the living room window, I remind myself. We nee
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 19 Sleeping under threat
BeccaDinner went smoothly as we ate and discussed our day jobs. Brock showed us the trail he uses with his motorbike when he leaves. Although it’s not an official road, he made it usable by repeatedly riding on it.“I drove up and down for days to make it usable while my son cut the vine and cleared the leaves. I thought we’d never finish,” he sighs, shaking his head.It leads to an official hiking trail we can follow to reach the nearest road. He even points out a cliff on a map that hikers like to visit, and we plan to check it out on our next day’s trip. We pretend we need his help in planning a trip.As soon as we step inside the bungalow, the same chilling energy rushes through me, leaving me with goosebumps again. Despite trying to shake it off, the sensation only intensifies as we move around the building. The energy is so powerful in the bedroom I have to force myself to step inside.‘Werewolves died here,’ Bliss explains, and I nod, but the movement is jerky.Outside, while
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- Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 29 Feelings
- Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 28 success
- Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 27 The clue
- Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 26 the cave
- Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 25 two against two
- Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 24 Burn
- Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 23 Two hunters
- Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 22 Off the track
- Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 21 Trophies
