Killer Instincts

The Werewolf Camp, Present Time

There was no smoke or smell of fire in the air as she and Niarthen approached the werewolf camp. The squadron had arrived ahead of them, following the path of the river, and a couple of curious Mer soldiers were crossing the bridge as Lyric and Niarthen reached the end.

They watched as one held out her hand, stilling the Mer man behind her. She knelt carefully onto the swaying bridge.

“Trap,” Niarthen said in a low voice as there was a reaction amongst the Mer soldiers on the bank around them. “No one dares to get into the water for fear of its toxic effects. They need to either disarm the trap from the bridge or wait until a sub makes its way upstream.”

“They were smart,” Lyric noted as the Mer continued to work at the trap. “Leaving a trap behind, in case the Van Helsings found the remains of the camp.”

“Yes,” Niarthen agreed. “But we cannot be sure that they left until we access the island.”

“Does it matter?” She asked warily. “If some remain on the