Patty Liu - Silent Reflections
Fifty-Two“I’ve tracked down their scent, Sire. They’ve crossed the river,” Bon announced to the snoozing sire who was slowing their progress down astoundingly. The sire opened one large yellow eye and grunted.
“We’ll get across in the dark of night,” Bon whispered.
“That will do. Do you think that Wolf has caught our scent yet?” The sire inquired.
“I’m sure he has. Now we’ve got them on the run they will be sure to leave a trail of careless tracks behind them. It will be easier to follow them.”
“Good work, Bon. Now once we catch up to them, I recommend we don’t dally. Just slit their throats. All of them except Wolf. He’s mine,” the sire declared sleepily.
Bon narrowed his eyes and also grunted an agreement. He actually wanted to get rid of Wolf himself. But no matter, I’ll get rid of the sire before he gets a chance to kill Wolf. Then Wolf is all mine! The old bastard. Just a complete nuisance to me, Bon thought to himself.
