Share
15 Jason
Related chapters
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
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 20 Night watch
Jason The night is groggy as I lay beside Becca, with one hang slung over her. She was so frightened. I did everything I could not to show that I felt the same. Coming here was more dangerous than we thought. All the warnings our parents gave us were valid and becoming our reality. How adamant are these hunters that, after so many years, they are still out on the look? 'Or maybe we are just extremely unlucky,' Makya says. He can't relax, pacing around in my mind. I promised Becca I'd wake her, but I doubt that will happen. I am still too riled up, far from becoming drowsy. Not that she was better. She couldn't fall asleep for hours. The fact that she trusts me enough so she can fall asleep in my arms doesn't escape me. As I keep my head close to hers, I notice her scent overpowering the room, making me wonder whether I should move closer to her or keep us separated. While her closeness is comforting, it's also arousing, and I know it's not the time for anything like that, especial
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 21 Trophies
Becca I shiver as I step through the door of the packhouse. Looking around on alert, I mentally scold myself for thinking about it as a packhouse. I have to make sure not to call it that in front of Brock. The inside looks reasonably clean and renovated. It is a two-story building, not much bigger than the other houses, but the difference is still significant. The polished wood creaks under my hiking boots as I wipe my sweaty palms on my loose t-shirt nervously. Brock proudly shows us around and points out the most important trophies on the wall, telling stories of how he caught and killed each. He likes to hunt; we get it. He has the entire living room to demonstrate it. Let’s hope only for animals and not the supernatural. ‘That ship has sailed,’ Bliss confirms, and I have to agree. He proved us right with that phone call. Not to mention how he sneaked into the house to go through our backpacks. Just the thought gives me shivers. ‘We are lucky to have Jason on our side,’ I tell
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 22 Off the track
BeccaWith my phone in my hand, I’m trying to balance on one tiptoe as I aim to capture a bird. It is perched high on a tree, obscured from my sight by several branches. Given that this is the third time we have left the track to take a picture, I’m determined to capture it this time.I’m not a photographer, though; I only use my phone, and I never thought how difficult it would be to photograph a bird. They usually fly away before I can take a proper picture of them.Just as when I click, Jason steps closer behind me, whispering. “I haven’t smelled Brock since we started on the track.”We climbed to the cliff and took pictures to prove we were there. As we descended, we sniffed around to find Brock, but he probably didn’t follow us there.I sigh exasperatedly as I check my phone, realizing I only caught the bird’s tail. A branch covers the rest. “Couldn’t you have waited another second for that? I almost got the picture.” I turn my phone to Jason angrily to show him my last failed a
Journey to the last Werewolf Pack 23 Two hunters
BeccaWe settle down at the table in the little clearing between the houses, slumping down to keep up the act of weak humans.After dropping my backpack on the ground, I take off my hiking boots, realizing happily that blood is on my socks again.“How are you two, Love Birds?” Brock asks, exiting the packhouse.I sigh heavily, showing how tired I am. “The cliff you sent us to was far harder to reach than you explained,” I reply accusingly.His laughter roars through the forest, scaring the birds away.I open my mouth in mock exaggeration. “You knew, and you sent us anyway?” I continue, and he continues with his laughter. I fold my arms over my chest, furrow my brows, and pout. “That wasn’t very nice of you. My toes are bleeding again.” I lift my leg to show him the bloodied sock.Brock comes closer. “You’ll live,” he shrugs, settling beside me. “Besides, I made dinner. That has to conciliate you.”I look over at the campfire and see that he is roasting something. It looks like the ham
Latest chapter
- 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
