want to know why we were sent to the hunt instead of Misha’s team.” That’s all it took to turn Vladimir’s face from emotionless to full of regret and sorrow.
Vladimir slowly turned to Ambrose and said, “I’m sorry, Ambrose, but I think you can already feel what has happened to Misha’s team.” Ambrose just nodded his head and left the table. I heard him leave through the backdoor.
Vladimir continued, “It happened late last night while they were asleep. The scout you met tonight found them this morning in their home. After he called it in, he tracked the pack of werewolves to the warehouse you went to tonight.”
No wonder the scout felt nervous, I thought. He was thinking there was a good chance he was sending us to our deaths.
“He found them in their home?” Yuri asked. “Werewolves don’t track us. Werewolves have never done that before! They’re not intelligent enough to form a plan to invade one of our homes and kill a clan as large and as experienced as Misha’s team.”
I believed what he said was true. Werewolves had never been the most intelligent creatures we hunted, but they were definitely extremely dangerous scavengers. Our kind had never come across an organized clan with a purpose other than feeding.
Vladimir interjected, “Times have changed. We’ve watched other creatures evolve. I read the report the scout sent to Russia while you were on your flight back. It says one of them talked. I’ve heard them talk before, but this one sounded more intelligent than the others.” He paused with a look of heavy thought. “A Team is at Misha’s house now.”
I felt a little bit of hope flutter in the air. Were there any survivors? There had to be. Misha and his partner and eight other hunters lived there. Ten is a large clan for our kind, but Misha covered a big territory, so his team was larger than most.
“When the team arrived at Misha’s house, they found the bodies of nine Beynoks and twelve werewolves,” Vladimir said. “A youth in her first rise named Elizaveta was spared, most likely spared to convey the slaughter. None of you have met her because she was recently sent as a trade from Russia. She’ll be arriving in a couple of days for a permanent place on our team.”
We all knew the meaning of “permanent place.” Ambrose would be falling in a day or two. It’s what our kind does if they lose their partner and have not yet received their full soul.
“That’s nice. I’m already being replaced. I’ll go clean my room out and wait to fall,” we heard Ambrose’s voice strain from behind us as he started to walk up the stairs.
We hadn’t heard him come back inside, being too wrapped up in the conversation to pay attention to anything that was happening outside of our discussion.
“Wait, Ambrose. It’s not like that.” There I went again, opening my big mouth, thinking something good was going to come out. “We love you, and we’ll see each other again. You and Sacha will rise full-spirited and stronger than ever.” He cringed when I said her name, but I kept going. “You’ll find each other and be happy again. I just know it. Everything will work out and be as it should be. You and her together, you’ll see.” I surprised myself because I didn’t put my foot in my mouth this time. I almost sounded like a believer in the whole partner bonding thing.
“You’re right,” he said. “Everything is as it should be. I love each one of you, and we’ll see one another again.” He smiled slightly. I saw Nickolai touch Nadia on the hand and gesture for her to follow Ambros, and she did. Nadia and Ambrose had become close over the years, and she was the best one to send to tend to him. It was definitely not me. I wouldn’t know if I should tell him to suck it up or cry with him.
Vladimir continued, “Considering the attack on our territory, everyone needs to be extremely cautious from now on. Russia is sending two guards to stay with every clan until we
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