A few days
have passed since Wolfe and Estella have arrived at Jamestown. The
disappearances have stopped, though that may be mainly due to the fact that
there are no more children to change. The searches for both the renegades and
their leader have turned up fruitless for the Hunters, but neither Hunters nor
Coven vampires have given up trying to find the rebellious beings. Townspeople
have started to act hostile toward the Hunters. No more messages have arrived
from Headquarters. They find themselves isolated among enemies…
* * * * * *
It was very
early in the morning, the sun had yet to break past the horizon and Estella was
still back in the inn sleeping. Where was Wolfe? Out about a quarter of a mile
from Jamestown, scouting the south side of town. He’d been all around the
perimeter searching, but now—finally—he had found what he was looking for.
Laying among the littered leaves was the decaying body of a falcon. The ring
was missing. ‘So they know.’ He
placed his hand in his pocket, and as he turned back around a dagger rested in
his hand. “Leave, please.”
