With that said, Frankie and I made sure we had what we needed, and we left. Our first stop was City and County office, so we could find out which forest would be the best one to start searching in. We spent the next several hours going through map after map with no luck. I slammed my fist on the table. “Damn it! None of these forests have a bomb shelter in them. There has to be something we’re missing.”
“Frankie put her hand on my shoulder, Ryan, we’ll figure it out.”
I smiled at Frankie, thanked her for the encouragement, and stepped outside for some fresh air. I looked out over the vast ocean, hoping I would be able to find Annabelle before it was too late. I took a deep breath, trying to refocus my mind, and that is when I smelled her. I got a sudden dump of adrenaline, and my first instinct was to take off at a dead run to save her. I knew I needed to calm down and go about this like a cop and not a werewolf. I calmed my breathing before taking in another deep breath, at that point, I knew for a fact that I had her scent and I could track her. Before things get too out of hand, I would need to tell Frankie what I am. I just hoped at this point she would trust me enough to follow me.
I walked back in and found Frankie studying the maps of the different forests, and I walked up and stood behind her, “Have any luck?”
“No, and I’m afraid we are running out of time.”
“Frankie, do you trust me?” I asked
“Of course, I do. We are partners, after all.” She answered
“Good. I have found Annabelle, but we don’t have time for me to explain to you how I found her. We need to go, though.”
“You lead the way; you can tell me how you figured it out later.”
We walked out of the City and Country building, jumped in our SUV, and headed towards the Bamboo Forest. On the way, I turned off the a/c and rolled down my window so I could keep us on the right track. It took us ten minutes to get there, and once we were at the edge of the forest, we parked the SUV and headed into the woods on foot. Both of us wearing vests, Frankie had an M4’s as her primary weapon, and I had a breaching shotgun as mine. The Bamboo Forest was amazing. I could see why it was a big tourist attraction, which made me wonder why the Albino would pick such a populated area. At first, we followed the main trail, but after a while, we exited the trail and headed deeper into the forest. I stopped to take in another deep breath and more of Annabelle’s scent. I turned and looked at Frankie, “She is close.” I whispered
“How do you know?” She whispered back
“Can’t you smell it?”
“Smell what?”
“Her fear,” I said with a concerned look on my face
“Enough said, I’m not sure how you can smell her fear, but let's go get her.”
I continued to use my werewolf senses to track her, as we rounded a bend, I caught the scent of two males. I looked at Frankie and motioned to her that there are two people ahead of us. We crept closer to them so we could figure out who these two guys were. Once we were close enough, I saw that these two guys meant business. One of them was bald and didn’t have a tan, which told me that he isn’t from Maui. He also had on camouflage BDU’s and a black tank top. The other one looked like a native and had on a black spandex shirt and camouflage BDU’s as well. Both of them were carrying AK-47s, so I turned to the right, and Frankie turned to the left. We crept up on them from behind and struck them with the butts of our M4s. Both of them crumpled to the ground without a sound. We bound their wrist and ankles with zip ties and continued towards where they were keeping Annabelle.
Once we were in eyesight of the bunker, I tipped up my head and took another deep breath. The scent that bombarded my senses was something I hoped I wouldn’t smell while I was here, and that was the stench of death and blood, a lot of blood. I knew the blood I had smelled came from Annabelle, which meant we needed to hurry. We surveyed the area as we approached the bomb shelter making sure there weren’t any more targets. Once we were at the door, I slowly checked the door and found it locked. It was a thick metal door, so kicking it in was out of the question, so I took aim with my shotgun and blasted a hole in the door where the lock was at. Frankie was the first one through the door, and I was flanking her on her right side. Frankie was about to identify ourselves to whoever the person was that she saw through the dust, but the werewolf side of me took over. My eyes glowed yellow for a moment, and I lunged at the figure, pinning the figure to the ground.
I lowered my head close to his, and with blazing yellow eyes and low growl, I spoke with a voice that sounded very animalistic, “Where is Annabelle?”
Once the dust settled, I saw who it was I had pinned to the floor, and it was none other than Pedar Hildburghäuser. He looked at me and laughed, “I have no reason to tell you where she is, you insolent dog.”
“Then let me give you a reason. If you don’t tell me where she is, I will rip you limb from limb!”
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