Page 65 of Wolf Targeted
“You don’t think they took all of them, do you?” Alex whispers.
We scan the windows on each apartment we pass. Nothing looks out of place, but it’s too quiet for my liking. Shouldn’t there be pups at the very least?
“I will hunt the motherfuckers down if they did.” I stomp ahead and turn the corner.
Jordan’s door hangs half off its hinges in front of me. How the fuck did no one see this?
“What the fuck?” Alex barks, speaking my exact thoughts.
“We need to find Bill,” I say, storming to the broken door.
“Wait, Archer. Are those claw marks on the outside of the door?” Alex leans closer.
I stop, glancing over to the door. Huge claw marks are gouged into the wood.
“Those aren’t wolf claws,” I whisper.
What the hell did this? Was it the government, or are there different types of shifters in the area that haven’t announced themselves? This is wolf territory, and those look like bear claws.
“Are there bears here?” I ask, surveying the complex.
Is some huge fucking bear going to jump out and try to claw my eyes out or something? That would suck.
“Are they working for the government?” Alex whispers.
“I don’t know, but we need to find Bill and get the fuck out of here.” I turn to the entrance of the apartment.
Couch cushions are sliced open, and feathers litter the hardwood floor. Several tables are knocked on their sides.
Alex sniffs the air. “Do you smell that?”
A pungent odor of decay fills my nostrils. “What the hell is that?”
“I don’t know, but it’s definitely not human.”
I step over some of the debris.
“Archer?” Bill calls from down the hall, stepping into view.
“Thank the gods you’re okay,” I say.
“They were already long gone before I got here. I don’t know how they smashed this place up so quickly.” Bill runs a hand over his balding head.
“There are several faint scents here.” Alex sniffs again.
“Are any of them human?” I ask.
I wander past Bill and down the hall. Each room in the apartment is destroyed. They obviously wanted it to look like a robbery, but the only thing that seems to be missing is Jordan.
“Yeah, there are two distinctly human scents mixed in with the rotting stench.”
I’m glad Alex came with me because, apparently, his nose is a lot better than mine. I can’t smell anything except for rot and death in this place.
Nope, not death. I refuse to believe that Jordan is dead. He can’t be fucking dead. What the hell will I tell his poor family?
Back in the bedroom, I breathe deeply through my nose and gag. There is a sterile metallic scent back here.
“Alex, come here,” I call down the hall.
