The Diva Of The Wolves
Chapter 27

"The trail indicates that they could be one of these three towns," the shaved-headed man with a peculiar British accent points out on the map.

"I want you to put Venador into operation," orders the head of the mission. "The order is clear, bring them alive, the use of stun weapons is recommended," he indicates.

"As you order, sir," he motions with his head for him to leave.

The colonel walks through the wide corridors of the facility until he reaches the elevator that will take him to the basement, he goes to the rooms and with a lot of tension in his body he knocks on the door. -Who? -The question comes out almost in a growl.

-You have a new mission-he hears the heavy footsteps approaching the door and steps back when it is opened by the naked subject, he hands him the report.

A toothless smile forms on Venador's lips as he smells the fear of the man in front of him.

"About time for some action," he mutters, reviewing the documents. "When do we leave?" -He questions.

"First thing tomorrow morning," he nods, the colonel looks over his body and makes a face of displeasure. -Anything else colonel? -He questions with arrogance.

-No.

"Then stop looking at my c**k and continue on your way," he steps back and slams the door shut.

"Idiot," he whispers, knowing that Venador can hear him.

-Where are we staying, puppy? -He questions, throwing the report on the couch while he observes his prey, walks up to the boy and continues with his moment of pleasure.

(...)

He spits on the ground while watching everything with boredom, Venador is a man who has no feelings for anyone and is only there to follow orders from his superiors. His name is ideal for what he does, since he means hunter in Spanish, he is a soldier trained to hunt fugitives.

-These are your goals, - he hands him the photos, taking him by surprise.

-What the hell is this? -He questions.

-These are experiments 1A and 2B.

Venador had never hunted a clone and although he knows it is an experiment as well, due to the fact that he has seen many in the facility.

"A first," he murmurs upon hearing the word 1A.

"You will use a mask, we don't want you to make mistakes," he nods. "The weapons are stunners, they are not like you," he reminds him because the experiments in row 1A and 2B were a total failure.

"They transform," he says, the colonel nods and he makes a face. "You know what to do," Venador nods and leaves in his jeep with everything he needs for his mission, he hopes that his reward is good for his return.

(...)

Waking up again for the diva was a great annoyance, but the Bogarts want her to eat her breakfast and also remind her that she must go to work, otherwise she could be fired.

-We have also decided to work-the few resources they have managed to obtain from selling deer they hunted are already decreasing and they require having a sustainable fund for emergencies that may occur. -Oh really? "She," she questions.

"A workshop near here is looking for employees," Hamit comments, raising his shoulders. "I know something about mechanics," Eva nods at the idea.

-And you?

"The library," she answers.

-Library?

"Boring, however, being surrounded by books is something I like," the brunette smiles.

-It's good that they settle down, he is glad that they both have ideas of progressing in the town.

The Bogarts have lowered their defenses, not realizing that the danger approaching Taton is just around the corner and that his life will soon no longer be the same.

They take the diva to her job and then they split up to go in search of the position in the places already mentioned, for a moment the boys thought that they would not be accepted, since everyone talks about them and many of the things they say are not for unpleasant. "Mr. Marcell, I thank you for this position," Hamit says seriously.

-Well, not much is done around here, but I could use the help, -Marcell is a psychic, he is not powerful because he was sealed by a witch before he escaped, since the vast majority of his species are hunted by angels.

-It doesn't matter. Can we know that he has the car? -They immediately start a conversation about cars, Hamit explains some things to him to get it to start and that day he ends up being congratulated by his boss for managing to get the truck to work.

The wolf's nose wrinkles when he smells spices, which is the characteristic smell of witches. Marcell immediately becomes tense and that is something that Hamit manages to capture. He does not have time to ask, since three boys enter through the door, including Anderson., Julieth's boyfriend.

"Marcell, it's nice to see you again," says the group leader.

-What brings you guys here? -The leader's smile falls immediately.

"Don't act stupid with me," Hamit doesn't like that at all.

-My business is not going well, can you give me more time? -His voice comes out in supplication towards the witches who have come to collect their fee like every week.

-What are you talking about, Marcell? -Hamit asks without understanding what is happening.

"It's not your problem, kid," the man says to prevent him from getting into trouble, however, it's too late.

-Will you pay for it, dog? He blurts out in a dismissive manner, Hamit frowns at him while his jaw clenches.

-What did you call me? -He questions with a hoarse and quite chilling voice.

-You are deaf? -He asks mockingly-But I will repeat it, -he approaches this dog, -he smiles at him after saying those words.

The blonde growls and lets out a punch against his face, the boy never expected to be attacked by the wolf. His companions immediately recite a spell that causes Hamit's ears to ring in such a way that he makes him back away. "Patiens, (Suffering)" the boy recites after regaining his composure, Hamit grunts as he feels as if stingers are piercing his head, he falls to his knees on the ground while holding his hundred. "Enough," Marcell asks.

"He deserves it," Anderson murmurs, the leader jams his knee into Hamit's nose and immediately begins to bleed.

"That's for you to learn, dog," he spits angrily and leaves with his group. Hamit breathes irregularly when the pain stops bothering him in his head.

-Are you OK? -He questions.

"I swear I'll kill them," he growls.

"Calm down kid, don't get into trouble," he asks.

-How can they allow this kind of thing? "It's supposed to be a town where everyone lives in peace," he says.

"Not everyone is looking for that peace," he says with disappointment. "Go home, I hope to see you tomorrow," Hamit sighs and stands up.

"See you tomorrow," he mutters, leaving the premises in the direction of his motorcycle.

Arriving home and replaceing Halif on the couch is common for him, however, he was also worried when he saw him so upset.

-What happened?

-Witches.

That's what he says with anger.

-Because? He questions.

-They went to collect fees at the workshop and I opposed it.

-Dues? What kind of century do you think we live in? -He questions indignantly, receiving no response from Hamit who leaves there towards his room where he takes a shower.

-Hamit! -His equal's scream takes him by surprise, you hear his footsteps running down the stairs and then the door to his room being opened.

Seeing the concern on his face is something that alerts him.

-What's going on?

-It's... Eva... she's missing.