On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

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๐ผ jumped to my feet as someone banged on my balcony doors. Zanz and Abraxas grew alert as they followed me over. Peeking through my curtains, there stood Jon with urgent mannerisms. Opening the doors, I quickly asked as I awkwardly stood in my lounging pajamas,

โ€œJon...what are you doing here?โ€ I glanced over at my clock, โ€œItโ€™s 2:30 in the morning.โ€

โ€œI found Erik!โ€ Jon replied urgently.

โ€œWhat!?โ€ my voice cracked, โ€œWhere!? Where is he!?โ€ I turned rushing around my room, placing on a pair of sneakers and a jacket, โ€œJonathan!โ€ I watched as he stood by the doors of which he closed then speeding toward me in a Demonโ€™s blur, he gently placed his hands on my shoulders, taking me to his room; we appeared by his door. Glancing around I felt uneasy as I questioned, โ€œJon...why am I in yourโ€ฆโ€ and before I could finish my sentence, coming from Jonโ€™s bathroom was Erik; wiping his face with another wet cloth. I froze as I examined his appearance. He stood looking at Jon; head tilted in disappointment then focused his gaze on me. I held my hands to my mouth in disbelief as tears ran down my cheeks. I breathed heavily as I stepped toward him, hands gently reaching for him. Once standing inches away, I threw my arms around his neck, holding on tight, crying on his shoulder. He firmly held onto me as well, wrapping his arms around my waist; head buried in my neck, โ€œOh, my God...โ€ I said as I pulled away, looking up into his face, โ€œwhat happened? Where were you?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a long story.โ€ he replied as he wiped my tears away, โ€œAnd one you need to hear.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t care about that right now.โ€ I hugged him once more, โ€œI thought you left.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll...go and get some clothes from your room.โ€ Jon added, โ€œIโ€™ll give you some time to talk.โ€

โ€œJon...โ€ I said as I turned to him, โ€œthank you.โ€

He nodded then disappeared.

โ€œWhat happened!?โ€ I urged once we were alone.

โ€œSit down.โ€ Erik pleaded, gesturing toward the chairs and once seated, he began explaining everything that happened. More tears flowed from my eyes down my red face because I just couldnโ€™t believe that Leonus hated him that much. I picked up the chains from the floor feeling their heavy weight and felt nauseous. Laying them in my lap I leaned forward, examining his head then gazed into his eyes. He gently took my hands, holding them in his own.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€ I whispered, โ€œIโ€™m so sorry this happened to you.โ€ I lowered my head.

โ€œThis...what happened to me, isnโ€™t your fault.โ€ he replied as he held my head up.

โ€œBut it is, Erik.โ€ my voice cracked, โ€œAll of this...โ€ I combed his hair back, โ€œis my fault.โ€ then I stood, โ€œBecause of me, Leonus blamed me for Marxusโ€™ death. He resented me for not leaving him any responsibility during my absence and look what happened to you in the dining hall. That was because of me. And now this...what happened to you is because of me. All of this is my fault.โ€ I fell to my knees mumbling, โ€œIโ€™m sorry, Erik...Iโ€™m so sorry.โ€

Erik knelt down observing my moment of weakness, witnessing my walls of strength, so to speak, come crashing down. Holding me in his arms comforting me, he whispered softly,

โ€œKeeps...please donโ€™t...โ€ he listened as I cried, feeling my pain.

Looking up into his face, seeing dried blood on his shirt, I did blame myself.

โ€œIf I didnโ€™t care about you so much Iโ€™d leave. Iโ€™d leave all this behind.โ€ I rasped, โ€œIf it meant protecting everyone here...Iโ€™d do it.โ€

โ€œI know you would, but you canโ€™t.โ€ he combed hair behind my ears, โ€œThis Isle needs you more now than ever. And now that we have a moment, I just want to say that Iโ€ฆโ€ he stared into her dark brown eyes, โ€œthank you for looking for me and not giving up.โ€ he held back his feelings.

Honestly, after just telling him that I cared about him, I expected something else to be said. Nodding as I broke my gaze I muttered,

โ€œOf course.โ€ then I leaned in, kissing him quickly; a kiss which he returned.

Jon appeared at the worst moment, as he interrupted; his friends kneeling on the floor engaging in a moment of affection. Erik helped me from the ground, placing his arms around my waist. Jon looked over, with a smile of joy and happiness.

โ€œSorry.โ€ Jon mumbled, โ€œShould I leave?โ€ he laid one of Erikโ€™s leather bags on the table near the chairs.

โ€œNo.โ€ I answered as I walked toward him, โ€œThank you, Jon. Thank you for coming to me.โ€ I affectionately touched his face in a friendly gesture, โ€œBut you need to tell me how you found out. NOW!โ€

Jon glanced over my shoulder in Erikโ€™s direction, watching as he nodded.

โ€œIโ€™ll...go take a shower and leave you two to talk.โ€ Erik whispered then grabbed his bag.

โ€œMm.โ€ I answered, watching him enter the bathroom; the door closing behind him. Turning to Jon I continued, โ€œTell me.โ€

โ€œIt happened all so fast, my headโ€™s still spinning.โ€ Jon revealed then began telling me his part in this whole fiasco, โ€œAnd then thatโ€™s when I knew you had to know.โ€

โ€œExcuse me for asking this because there are people on this island I havenโ€™t met yet, but whoโ€™s Derek?โ€ I asked, containing my rage that wanted to erupt everything into flames once more.

โ€œHeโ€™s that tall mate thatโ€™s been hanging around Leonus. He came here during your absence and heโ€™s also coming with us to rescue Lucy. And oh, heโ€™s a Lycynian.โ€ Jon revealed.

โ€œA Lycynian? And you trust him?โ€ I questioned.

โ€œStupid I know, but I listened to his heart and thoughts as he spoke and both were steady. He told the truth and for their mutt-breed, Iโ€™m surprised. Heโ€™s not like the others.โ€

โ€œHe was trustworthy enough to come forward nonetheless and for that, Iโ€™m grateful.โ€ I argued, โ€œBut when this is all over, Leonus is mine!โ€ I stood, beginning to engulf in my Aura; fists clenched down by my sides; Jon stepped back and around the chairs, avoiding the heat I emitted. I turned, staring at him with a physical flicker of flame in my dark eyes and I could practically hear him release a loud gulp.

โ€œWhat are you going to do about Leonus?โ€ his voice squeaked.

โ€œBelieve me, Jon...I know what youโ€™re thinking but itโ€™s not that easy.โ€ I answered, โ€œHe thinks heโ€™s won. He thinks heโ€™s going to rid Ravenstone of my presence and kill me in those caves? Thatโ€™s alright. I want to watch him gloat and when he thinks heโ€™s on top, Iโ€™m going to enjoy watching him fall. And I promise you when I say this...Iโ€™m going to make sure Iโ€™m the one to do it. And itโ€™s going to be beautiful. No excuses.โ€ I turned, releasing the energy. I released my full Aura, aiming it toward Jonโ€™s fireplace, trying to avoid the rest of his room; igniting it in seconds with a large burst of red flame. Jon stepped back, somewhat fearful but yet admired my demonic nature.

Trying to lighten the mood he even joked,

โ€œThanks. At least I donโ€™t have to worry about lighting that later.โ€

โ€œSorry.โ€ I mumbled as I shook my hands out.

โ€œMm.โ€ Jon nodded then he and I turned our heads, looking toward the bathroom, hearing the door creaking open; in the doorway, stood Erik dressed in clean clothing with wet hair and towel held in his right hand.

His expression revealed fear, observing the moment of releasing my Aura. His gaze flashed from Jon and I, then toward the fireplace. He swallowed deeply then cleared his throat, taking a step forward.

โ€œDo I, umโ€ฆwant to know!?โ€ he gestured his right hand toward the fireplace.

โ€œI just needed to release built up energy before something bad happened.โ€ I answered.

โ€œYou alright, mate? Youโ€™re acting like youโ€™ve seen a ghost.โ€ Jon questioned, shifting his feet in a different place.

โ€œNo ghost. Just a half-breed-Pyro doing what Pyrokinetics do.โ€ Erik replied bluntly, โ€œWhatever that is, really.โ€

I bit my lower lip, displeased with his current tone and attitude change for now heโ€™s complaining about my demonic nature! AGAIN! Whatโ€™s next!? Iโ€™m waiting for the WHATโ€™S NEXT and itโ€™s coming. Squinting my eyes I questioned,

โ€œWhatโ€™s that supposed to mean?โ€ I folded my arms, waiting to hear his answer.

โ€œNever mind. Forget it.โ€ Erik laid the towel on the back of one of Jonโ€™s chairs.

โ€œNoโ€ฆIโ€™m not letting that go, but now isnโ€™t the right time to ask!โ€ I snapped, โ€œFor god sake!โ€ I shook my head, combing my hair back.

โ€œAlright, lookโ€ฆโ€ Jon stepped in adding his voice into the mix, โ€œboth of you are going through a lot of sh*t yes, but stop taking it out on each other! You know Iโ€™m right!โ€ then he aimed his next words toward Erikโ€™s direction, โ€œYes, youโ€™ve been through hell but so has Yza, so get your head out of your a** and quit thinking everything is revolving around you! Yzavelaโ€™s a half-breed Pyrokinetic yes, but sheโ€™s also part human! Itโ€™s who she is, mate! Not once since I met her, have I heard her ask you to stop being a pureblood!โ€

โ€œI know that, I do, butโ€ฆโ€ Erik argued.

โ€œOf courseโ€ฆthereโ€™s always a but!โ€ I added, โ€œJonathan, thank you for stepping in but this is really between Erik and I.โ€ I turned my gaze from him to Erik, โ€œCan you tell me what changed between moments ago, to now!?โ€ I stood there, watching as Erik remained silent for he had no believable words that would suffice as an answer. I closed my eyes sighing deeply before I continued yet again, pushing this aside, โ€œYou need to find a safe place to hide until the whole Boar-wolf fiasco is over. None of our rooms will be safe, because theyโ€™ll be the first place theyโ€™d look once they find out youโ€™re gone.โ€ I paused, thinking of the only place where heโ€™d be truly safe, โ€œErik, I really donโ€™t care whatโ€™s going on between us right now, I really donโ€™t but do you trust me?โ€

โ€œWith my life.โ€ he nodded, โ€œBut Keeps, Iโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWhere?โ€ Jon interrupted.

โ€œI canโ€™t tell you, but itโ€™s somewhere in the manor.โ€ I urged.

โ€œThe manor!?โ€ Jon protested, โ€œWhโ€ฆโ€

โ€œJonathanโ€ฆโ€ I approached him, โ€œyou trusted me enough to come to me with this tonight, so Iโ€™m asking you to trust me again. Pleaseโ€ฆโ€ I looked into his big blue eyes.

He sighed in disappointment but trusted me nonetheless. Turning toward Erik, I watched as he nodded, grabbing his bag. He hesitated before reaching for my hand, then together, we disappeared in his swirling blue flame. Appearing in the manor foyer, Erik and I scampered up the stairs to the study and once inside, I quickly closed and locked the door. Approaching the bookshelf opposite the one leading to the Room of Secrets, I revealed the door that led into the Keeperโ€™s suite.

โ€œIn hereโ€ฆโ€ I revealed, unlocking the door then entered.

Erik followed after and standing in the doorway, he was baffled that the room existed.

โ€œYou werenโ€™t kidding when you said this would be a place where no one would find me.โ€ Erik muttered.

โ€œI was surprised too when I found it.โ€ I muttered, โ€œBut youโ€™ll definitely be safe. Iโ€™m certain that Leonus doesnโ€™t know about it. Now...thereโ€™s something I have to do and someone I have to talk to, so make yourself comfortable.โ€ I approached the door when Erik called out, thanking me. Closing and locking the door, concealing it behind the bookshelf, I made a call, requiring Wyattโ€™s presence and I apologized for the hour but he agreed to meet.

โ€œThis was a call I didnโ€™t expect to get, much less at this hour.โ€ he joked once appearing in the study dressed in his lounge wear.

โ€œYeah, sorry about that but itโ€™s important.โ€ I answered bluntly, โ€œPlease...sit.โ€ I gestured at the chairs sitting before the desk.

โ€œThis sounds serious. Has something happened? Not another child?โ€ he worried.

โ€œNo...no.โ€ I reassured, โ€œBut thereโ€™s something I need you to do for me. No questions asked.โ€

โ€œUm, alright.โ€ he adjusted in his seat, โ€œWhat is it?โ€ he wondered.

A bag laid at my feet and picking it up, Wyatt could hear the clanking sound of metal within it. Frowning, he watched as the young woman sitting across from him, removed iron shackles that were worn with age but still held their strength. Falling heavily in her lap, he watched as she fiddled with them before raising her gaze.

โ€œWhat are those for?โ€ Wyatt inquired, โ€œOr...WHO are they for?โ€

โ€œI need to know if thereโ€™s a way to...I donโ€™t know...enchant these shackles to bind a Lycynianโ€™s transition. At will or otherwise.โ€ the words rushed from my lips.

Wyatt, a 6โ€™4 level 5 Demon, the highest level, leaned back in the chair, scratching his scruffy chin; his eyes staring at the chains for this wasnโ€™t what he expected. Biting his lower lip, he lowered his hands as he leaned forward answering bluntly,

โ€œThatโ€™s dark magic. Magic that Marxus strictly forbade from use. Especially here.โ€

โ€œWell, Marxus isnโ€™t here.โ€ I snapped, โ€œCan it be done? Yes or no?โ€

โ€œYes...yes, it can.โ€ Wyatt nodded, โ€œButโ€ฆโ€

โ€œNo questions asked, remember that!โ€ I warned, โ€œAnd stop trying to read my mind!โ€ I felt his intrusion attempting to squirm its way through my thoughts.

โ€œI respect you, Yza...you know that, but I just have to ask one question.โ€ he urged.

โ€œWhat is it?โ€ I complained.

โ€œWho are those planned for? Thatโ€™s all I need to know.โ€

โ€œA Lycynian. Thatโ€™s all you need to know.โ€ I stared deep into his blue eyes.

Nodding, he stood reaching for the shackles. I quickly placed them back in the bag then handed it to him. He felt the weight then turned away approaching the door but paused.

โ€œWhen do you need them ready?โ€ he asked over his shoulder.

โ€œBy morning.โ€ I answered bluntly, โ€œI want it done before we venture out in two days.โ€

โ€œAlright.โ€ he nodded once more.

โ€œHow will it be done? Or...what will be done?โ€ I asked as I stood.

โ€œNo questions asked, remember?โ€ he glanced over his shoulder, โ€œAnd just remember something, and I say this because weโ€™re friends.โ€ he turned to me, โ€œThis...whatever the reason...isnโ€™t something youโ€™d be able to take back so I hope you know what youโ€™re truly asking. Thereโ€™s always a consequence. You know that.โ€ he advised.

I stood silent then answered calmly,

โ€œI know. Just be careful, ok? Thank you, Wyatt. Thatโ€™ll be all.โ€

Wyatt sighed, then turned leaving the study and once standing in the hall outside the door, he glanced down at the bag then ventured down the hall to the library where he retrieved books that held spells of the darker levels in the forbidden section toward the top. Laying several books spread out on the table, he flipped through the pages searching for a spell that didnโ€™t require a sacrifice or have consequences against anyone surrounding the person that performed the spell or the intended. Finally after a few hours, he combined several together taking phrases and verses from each but before reciting the words, he laid the shackles on the table. Placing his hands above the chains, he closed his eyes seeing the past events that surrounded their use and recent history. He pulled away leaning back against the couch breathing heavily for the images that flashed through his mind were horrific. He couldnโ€™t believe anyone would do such a thing to someone else but now he understood the request and any or all reservations he may have had, ceased.

โ€œYou deserve everything you get, Leonus Lancaster...and thensome! These ugly things were meant for prisoners. Not someone like Erik!โ€ Wyatt whispered as he reached for the parchment where the spell was written out and as he recited the words, every Demon on the island, even half-breeds felt the magic being performed; tingling sensations ran down their spines and as the guard patrolled the wall, their eyes observed a momentary glimpse of what looked to be a black aura surrounding the manor before it quickly faded.


The morning finally crept up on everyone; preparing ourselves for the journey to the Boar-wolf cave. All were gathered near the gates once more ready to go at 6:30am; all packed, except for the Keeperโ€™s presence whom they all waited for.

Erik continued hiding out in the suite and the only one that knew of his location was Jon. Things however, were still a bit tense between us.

โ€œAre you sure about this?โ€ I watched him zip up his jackets, โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t come.โ€

He walked over sitting on the ledge of the bed, looking at me as he replied,

โ€œYes, Iโ€™m coming and thereโ€™s nothing you can say that will change my mind. Leonus has plans to kill you, and Iโ€™m going to be there to stop him.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t worry... I have a plan for Leonus.โ€ I muttered, โ€œBut you have to be careful and donโ€™t draw any attention to yourself. The others are waiting so we have to go, but thereโ€™s one more thing you have to do.โ€

โ€œYeah? Whatโ€™s that?โ€

โ€œHide your scent.โ€ I stepped away, reaching into a bag retrieving a black coat, handing it to him.

โ€œWhere did you get this?โ€ Erik examined it then sniffed the fabric catching the fresh clean scent but there was an underlying energy of it belonging to a human, โ€œA mortal wore this?โ€

โ€œYes, Erik...it belonged to a mortalโ€ I argued, โ€œI bought it at the thrift store.โ€

โ€œGreat. Hand-me-downs. But couldnโ€™t you have bought something that didnโ€™t belong to a mortal?โ€

โ€œGood to know WEโ€ฆโ€ I referred to my half-human status, โ€œhave such a repulsive scent and I do apologize if I couldnโ€™t get my hands on something Armani or Gucci. I was on a short schedule.โ€

He sighed, knowing he lost the argument. Zipping up the jackets and pulling a ski-cap down above his eyebrows hiding his hair and most of his features, followed by a pair of yellow lensed glasses, he grabbed his machete. When entering the study, Zanz and Abraxas patiently waited. I cautiously ran down the stairs glancing around, making sure no one was around. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, we gazed out one of the large front windows, where we could see everyone waiting around near the gates.

โ€œAre you ready?โ€ Erik asked, glancing down at me.

โ€œNot really. You?โ€ I answered.

โ€œEh, I guess.โ€ he shrugged. โ€œ Keeps...Iโ€™m sorry. Thank you for this. Really.โ€

I smiled, then we both sighed and exited, running toward the gates with Zanz and Abraxas following behind.

Talking with Derek, Leonus glanced up, watching as the half-breedโ€™s petite form approached with another individual.

โ€œFinally!โ€ Leonus groaned, โ€œWhoโ€™s this?โ€ he sniffed the air, catching the fake human scent.

I leered at Leonus, steaming in the process. Although Erik wanted to crush him or blow a hole through the man, he cleared his throat in a quick cough, trying to break my focus on the man I hated most on the Isle. Other than Nathan, of course. Breathing deeply, I controlled myself.

โ€œBen. His name is Ben.โ€ I answered quickly as I turned to Erik, gently patting him on the back, โ€œHe came to me at the last minute, wanting to volunteer and I accepted his offer to help. After all, we need all the help necessary. Right?โ€

Suddenly Wyatt appeared nearby and catching his form in the corner of my eye, I stepped aside to speak with him.

โ€œIs it done?โ€ I asked.

โ€œYes.โ€ Wyatt nodded, handing me the bag, โ€œJust put them on, latch the lock and Lancaster will be bound.โ€

โ€œWhat did you say?โ€™ I questioned with wide eyes.

Wyatt said nothing as he nodded out of respect, gave a wink then disappeared through a portal.

I shook my head then felt guilty asking a friend to perform such a dark deed but I would question him about the details later on. Tucking the bag in my backpack, I turned to rejoin the others.

โ€œCan you fight?โ€ Leonusโ€™ gruff voice commanded, โ€œWe need able bodied hands where weโ€™re going.โ€

โ€œYes.โ€ Erik replied in a low raspy voice, โ€œI may not look like much, but I have a wicked punch. I can also sword fight.โ€ He tapped a sword that hung off his belt.

โ€œGood.โ€ Leonus nodded, โ€œNow, I think we should head out, for time is precious.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a real shame Erik couldnโ€™t be here. Because, afterall...he left.โ€ I recalled as my voice gew closer upon my approach.

Leonus glanced down at the half-breed, suddenly feeling a twinge of nervousness, as she glared at him with that spark in her eyes.

I broke my gaze looking at Derek, who nodded as if knowing I knew the truth, so I was going to enjoy every minute, taunting Leonus.

โ€œWhatโ€™s the matter, Leonus? Hit on the head?โ€ I mocked.

โ€œWhat did you say!?โ€ Leonusโ€™ eyes grew wide as he barked his question.

โ€œI said...did you lose your head?โ€ I gestured at his ski cap laying in the snow, covering my remark then walked past him.

He watched as I walked toward the garage. He clenched his hat squeezing it tightly, wondering what drew her attention toward the structure. He began to sweat despite the winter weather. Glancing around inconspicuously he hollered out,

โ€œWhat business do you have in there?โ€

I paused turning to the man answering bluntly with a sinister undertone,

โ€œThereโ€™s just something I need in there. Why? Do you have something you donโ€™t want me to see? A secret project perhaps?โ€ then I turned walking faster toward the building and opening the door, I instructed Zanz and Abraxas to wait outside. Workers that arrived earlier before the sun rose greeted me with friendly courteous smiles. I glanced toward the room Jon had mentioned then turned my head toward the workers, instructing them to retrieve five of the snowmobiles for the snow that had fallen over the previous days had made the snow too thick for us to tread through.

โ€œOf course, little bird.โ€ one of them agreed then turned, instructing four other workers to fulfill the half-breedโ€™s request.

I exited the building with a grin on my face then approached the group of anxious curious faces.

โ€œFind everything?โ€ Leonus mocked.

โ€œEverything in its place and a place for everything.โ€ I taunted, โ€œBut since the snow is too thick, I figured we could use the snowmobiles that are just sitting in the warehouse collecting dust. And youโ€ฆโ€ I glanced at Jon, โ€œdonโ€™t break them like you and Erik had done in the past?โ€

โ€œHow did youโ€ฆโ€ Jon stuttered.

โ€œThe mechanics informed me of the two that are broken, yada-yada-yada.โ€ I waved my hands dismissing the subject then turned, hearing the snowmobiles engines revving up; the crafts emerged from the garage and slowly approached the group of anxious and cold figures.

โ€œAll fueled and ready for you, love.โ€ the mechanic announced.

โ€œThank you.โ€ I smiled.

The man turned away running toward the garage while everyone began boarding the mobiles that created an awkward sitting arrangement. Sarah, Jon and Nathan shared one. Nick, Luke and Caleb shared a second. Thomas and Anthony rode the third. Whie Derek and Leonus argued about driving the fourth, leaving Erik, Jeremy and I riding the fifth of which had a medium sized cargo-hitch that we packed with extra supplies and gear.

โ€œThat f*cking girl makes no sense.โ€ Leonus complained softly.

โ€œAh, but you see...what doesnโ€™t make sense to you, makes perfect sense to her.โ€ Derekโ€™s voice muttered close to his ear before marching ahead of the Scotsman approaching the mobile heโ€™d drive.

Everyone left before our loved ones could wake. None of us wanted to say goodbye but notes were left in our place; notes of love and memory. Just in case. Once the gates had opened and everyone was mounted on the crafts, we drove through making our way Southwest toward Ravenswood once again. Zanz ran alongside the crafts with ease and his paws barely felt the cold temperatures of the snow while Abraxas flew in the air, examining the terrain, taking in the sight of the footprints scattered across the nearby terrain.

โ€œEasy there, led-foot.โ€ I complained telepathically as Erik sped up a little too fast ahead of the other crafts, โ€œYou break this one and youโ€™re paying for its repair!โ€

The feel of my arms around his waist felt nice.

โ€œTake it easy there, mate!โ€ Jeremy argued as he held onto the petite woman sitting between him and the young man driving the snowmobile.

Driving forward at a medium pace, we took notice that trees throughout the forest had fresh deep scratches embedded in the bark, as if something marked their territory. Pausing the crafts allowing the engines to rest, Sarah leaned forward running her gloved-fingers across deep scratches of the nearest tree; the bark splintering and tree sap oozing from the damage.

โ€œWhat happened here?โ€ her voice quivered in fear.

โ€œThey marked their territory.โ€ Derek added, โ€œA warning not to venture any further.โ€

Anthony, Derek, Leonus and Nathan, sniffed the cold air when Anthony muttered with distaste,

โ€œIt smells like death in the air. I donโ€™t have a good feeling about this.โ€

โ€œFor once I agree with the man-pimp.โ€ Nathan added.

โ€œItโ€™s too quiet.โ€ Thomasโ€™ raspy voice echoed in the silence of the forest.

โ€œWe should get moving.โ€ Leonus advised, โ€œBe careful of ditches and sink-holes hidden beneath the snow. They can be treacherous and cause the mobile to topple over.โ€

He was right so everyone driving the snowmobiles, drove forward slowly and until finally we arrived at the tree line and once parking the crafts; the drivers handing me the keys of which I placed in my pockets, we shuffled around gathering ourselves. Removing our heavy coats laying on the crafts, we grabbed our weapons. Derek and I carried our personal backpacks containing items needed for what laid ahead.

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