“Gee, and I thought you wanted me to live forever? Weren’t you just worrying about me, brat?”
“Well, I changed my mind! I’m allowed to do that!”
“So fickle.”
“Fickle?!” Foxx gasped. “Did you just call me fickle?!”
“I did. What are you going to do about it?”
He glared before slowly smiling. Even though there were no thoughts in his head, he said, “Just wait. You’ll see.”
“Petty fucker.”
“I haven’t even done anything yet!”
“You are plotting though.”
“So what if I am?!”
Harlow tsked. “You know, it’s not good to be angry all the time.”
“You are the LAST person who should be saying that.”
The human chuckled. “True. But hey, I didn’t track Iggy down and kill him the other night, so progress, right?”
“Sure… Great progress, you fucking psycho.”
Harlow just smirked.
Foxx sighed and rubbed at his temple. “Let’s just go over the case again… Because we really do need to be careful on this one.”
And they did. Because every single werewolf they’d face tonight would be stronger than Foxx.
“Do whatever you want.”
“Shut up and listen.” Foxx glared.
Damn right he’d do what he wanted. Maybe Harlow was the one with the fucking death wish? He shook his head and began to recite the information that had been thrown at them before they’d even made it onto the interstate.
“We have a pack of fifty-two wolves, ages ranging from mid-twenties to late forties, living pretty deep in the Louisiana Atchafalaya Basin. Along with a list of names, ages, and pictures etc., they gave us the exact GPS coordinates for the house the pack is using as their base.
“The house isn’t theirs, but it’s assumed that the couple who owns it were murdered as well. As of this report, they’ve wiped out a total of two tour groups, guides included, one tour company, and an observation station, making their victim count an even thirty.
“Two of the attacks happened within a mile of the house they’ve claimed for themselves. The tour company is just outside the swamp, but it was their tour groups that were killed. As for the observation post, while not as close as the other, it is closer than that tour company was.”
“I wonder if the attacks are less about them killing, and more about whatever those tour groups saw, or could have seen.”
“What they…” Foxx trailed off. “If they are trying to keep something hidden…like say drugs, the tour groups wandering around near them would be an inconvenience, that’s for sure. Though I can’t think of what plant derived illegal drug would actually grow in a swamp. I’m also kind of wondering why they sent out another tour group after the first one was torn apart.”
Because they had literally torn them apart. Foxx also kind of wondered why they didn’t just try to feed the bodies to alligators. It would have brought way less attention to them…probably.
“Maybe them taking out that tour company was a warning to others to stop? As for the second tour group dying, the first was just missing at that point, not dead.”
Foxx frowned and pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly pulling up the email. “Ah…that’s right. The second group went out when the first was only assumed missing. By the time they found the bodies of the first group, the second had already been killed. Either way, all the bodies were found miles away from where they were actually murdered. The police, realizing that wasn’t where they died, did track down the location. They were, of course, also attacked, but unlike the tour groups, everyone escaped without dying.”
Harlow grunted. “And then they made multiple attempts to go back, instead of calling us, which is why we are arriving late.”
“Pretty much.” He sighed. “Trying to hide shit or not, we know they are hostile, young, and vicious on the regular. Which means they’ll be worse tonight. But them being young also means they likely aren’t trained to fight, not that they would have any sort of control during a super blood moon. It’s both an advantage and a disadvantage, because while they lack the skill, they will be moving on pure animal instincts, which will make them semi competent.”
