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the icy voice
of the Wolf hunted the prey who tried to shrink away into the darkness but was
unable to free himself from the power in the eyes.
    Blood smeared the stone wall as
fingers scraped along the roughly hewn stones. Fear laced through his heart as
saliva pooled in his mouth. The Wolf’s hand grasped his shoulder, freezing him
into place. The servant’s hand took his other shoulder and forced him to his
knees. Stone bit into the flesh, but only whimpers escaped his lips. He peered
up into the night, into the golden eyes of his master, the Wolf. He knew he was
going to die.
    The Wolf looked down into the
tear-streaked, terrified face of this servant who had failed him. He felt power
within him grow and smiled a feral smile into the night.
    The servant’s cold voice
growled in his ear. “You have failed us, Evan. You have failed your master.” A
small keen arose from the mouth of Evan as he cowered at their feet. “You
realize the payment that must be given to your master for your failure.” A
silvery blade glinted in the moonlight as the servant pressed it against Evan’s
cheek.
    Greek babbled from his lips as
his eyes grew wide. The Wolf leaned in close to his ear and whispered softly.
His growl low and venomous. A cry releases itself from Evan’s lips as the Wolf
straightens and releases his grip. He gestures from the servant to release Evan
as he struggles to free himself. A low laugh escapes the Wolf’s lips as Evan
scrambles for the stairs leading away from the parapet, his feet slipping on
the gravel, his hands scraped by the rock, leaving a trail of blood as he runs.
    The servant wiped his hands on
a pristine handkerchief as the Wolf’s amusement floats on the moonbeams of the
night. He watched the worthless Evan stumble into the darkness as he carefully
folded his handkerchief and placed it into his suit-coat pocket. “Letting him
go is dangerous, Sire.”
    A small flame illuminated the
Wolf’s cunning face as he lit the tip of a cigarette. Smoke wafted into the
night air as darkness surrounded them again. The silence of the island
surrounded them. The waves of the ocean lapped quietly at the base of the wall.
He smiled into the night, realizing the power that was growing within him as
each day passed, as he grew closer to his ultimate goal: the Eye of the Wolf
and the crown of Amor. His long fingers tapped the stone of the wall, sending
small bits into the darkness. “My friend, have no fear. He won’t get far, nor will
he have anything to tell anyone.”
    The servant exhaled a ring of
smoke into the night, watching it drift on the night breeze. He said nothing,
waiting for the Wolf to reveal all in his own time.
    The Wolf turned, piercing the
servant with his predatory eyes. “When he’s found and the autopsy is performed,
they will assume he over-dosed on Phenobarbital. You will release to the press
that he had been relieved of his position within the Secluded City after
testing positive for a Phenobarbital addiction.”
    The servant nodded his head and
watched the Wolf move into the darkness, that same humor cutting through the
night and chilling the heart of the servant as the plan moved forward, beyond
the point of no return.

Chapter 6
     
     
     
    Mikayla
stepped into the Hall of Records after following the sounds of curses and
grunts through the Exhibit Hall. She couldn’t see anyone, but she could hear
swear words in four languages clearly from the back of the room. Dust motes
floated in the air everywhere. She swatted them away as she moved between the
rows of books. The voice grew louder and more emphatic, as did the vulgarities
spewing forth. Those vulgarities were followed by a large crash which were
followed by smaller thumps. It sounded like William had gotten an early start.
    Mikayla
turned the corner of the last bookcase. She stopped in her tracks and could
only gawk at the sight before her. Then, her hand rose to her mouth to stifle
the giggle that had escaped.
    Will
looked up