NOVEL NEXT Chapter 345: Hoot Hoot
What? Before Inez could ask the man what he meant by those words, Scarlet grabbed her arm and then led her out of the clearing. The sounds of the guards screaming and yelling echoed behind them. Inez turned around and looked behind her; however, the prisoner's figure flickered, and the man disappeared like smoke, dissolving into nothing.
"It had to be a trick." Scarlet hissed as she looked behind them. "Whatever that thing was… it was trying to slow us down."
Inez knew that there was a very good chance that what Scarlet was saying to her was the truth, and yet those rhymes seared into her skull, like a burning hot poker pressed right within it. Every word was hammering like she had heard a prophecy.
"Inez, don't you dare believe a word that man said to you," Scarlet snapped at her sister when she saw her lost in thought. She yanked her forward and stated, "That man… we don't even know him. The last thing you want is to believe his words and then go looking for this man named Cain…." A pause. "If we could safely make it out of here."
They bolted past the clearing, just as the chaos erupted behind them. Dogs were barking, and guards were stomping hard on the ground as the sounds of the baton hitting the bushes and the trunks of the trees echoed behind them.
"They must be somewhere around here. Continue looking for them or else Gilderoy will have our necks!" one of the guards shouted.
Nerina clawed within her surface.
We can take them on… I can make them all go away…just let me.
Her words were simmering with anger, and Inez knew that Nerina could do what she had promised her, but she couldn't allow the siren to take over. Not yet. Not unless there was no other way for them to get out of this mess. Inez bit her lips, stopping herself.
At that moment, she could only hope for one thing. For Killian to find them.
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Killian was panting hard, even when he was sitting inside his car, lying on the backseat to recover his strength; he still felt that his breath was coming short and harsh. Listening to the voice of his beta…his patience that was already hanging by a very, very thin thread…had started to get even thinner.
They couldn't get out of the Silver Dawn Pack for a long time; it wasn't until Third Eye broke through the runes that were drawn out on the territory of the pack, and that bloody witch dealt with the one who was feeding power to the pack. They somehow managed to get their hold on the beta of the Silver Dawn Pack, but they still couldn't find Dawson. He had no fucking idea where that man slipped, and even Third Eye couldn't find that man.
He told him that there was something different about that man; however, what was different about him, Killian had not the slightest bit of an idea. And guess what? He couldn't care less about it at the moment.
The only thing he cared about was one thing. Inez.
And he was going to find her. Not that he hadn't already. But it was taking way too long.
"Where are we?" Killian barked. He sat up straight in his seat and looked at Finn, who was driving the car. "Is it that difficult to drive to the dungeons of the council?"
"You do realise that the council hides the main entrance of the dungeons through various means, including magic?" Finn responded. "And you forgot the council badge, so it is on you and not us."
"Was I supposed to know that Inez was locked up in a freaking prison? When was the last time you lost someone and went —hey, they might be locked up in a fucking cell?" Killian snapped at the man. He ran his hand through his hair before muttering, "And why the hell does the council use magic? I thought that the shifters were all anti-magic."
"There is no such thing as anti-anything," said Third Eye, turning around and peering at Killian through the front seat. "The witches use the shifters when they want, and the shifters use the witches as they like. They just make sure to keep a front on the surface. The enmity which had been dragged on so long, if you ask me, doesn't even exist, and it's more like an egoistic approach to everything. The shifters wish for the magic community to bend, while the witches hope vice versa."
"Of course, if they could make use of one another, they wouldn't care what kind of enmity they have," Laxus hummed with his arm draped over his eyes. "If you ask me, it's more like keeping up appearances; yes, they haven't forgotten the blood that the witches and wizards have shed."
"That sounds stupid," chimed Ajax.
"Well, it does, and so does the current situation. What the hell do you mean by that we need to turn to Draken Street ? There is no such street!" Killian snapped hard, his hand fisted and ready to punch whoever the fuck contradicted him.
And fortunately, no one did because they had been looking out of the freaking windows of the car and had not once seen a board that said Draken Street. And each second, they failed to break through the mana circle, and Killian's vision dyed red.
"Well, we might be missing something. Tracy did say that we need to take a turn to the left once we arrive at Draken Street. She is the only one who can find a way out of this labyrinth, so —"
Killian banged his fist on the back of Finn's seat. If the beta was not driving, he would have punched him instead, but for their safety, he hesitated. Snarling, he said, "Just tell her to give us a precise location. Something that we can catch without peering through the windows as if we all have gone half blind."