Chapter 86 CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX
EMILY’S POV
The Tyranny of Wolf Hunters.
Anthony had allowed me to finally explore his new library. According to him, it was filled with books from all over the world.
I don’t know what I did, as I was trying to open a large journal, a tiny book had fallen out.
I scoffed at the obnoxious but intriguing name, opening the book up.
Most of the pages were joined together from years of moisture and being forgotten. And now, it was in my hands, for me to read.
The first few chapters described the origin of wolf hunters. They were believed to be created by no other force but the need to survive their predators.
They were originally normal humans who were recruited to fight against the apex beast known as werewolves.
The book spoke about how some hunters were modified with the genes of werewolves, granting them the abilities needed to fight against werewolves.
I closed my eyes tightly, gritting my teeth at the absurdity of all that was written.
Still I forced myself to continue reading, gasping in shock at the artwork, describing the methods wolf hunters used in order to learn how to properly kill werewolves. Some words were scribbled out, but it looked like names or something.
I couldn’t read the book anymore, most of it were filled with graphic details of how to torture, and kill. The more I flipped through the book, the more cold and uneasy I felt. I nearly closed the book, but a purple painting of a flower drew me in.
My eyes read the words under the flower, widening with each word. Wolf’s bane, the silent killer of wolves.
The door slammed open, and I quickly shut the book in surprise and mild fear. I quickly stuff the book back into the journal it had fallen from, before holding the journal tightly in my hands.
It turned out that some of the rogues came to check out the new library.
I greeted them, while most welcomed me warmly, some still had that air of reservation on them.
I walked out of the library, quickly grabbing some food from the kitchen, before hurrying to my room. I couldn’t wait to show Roman the book.
It was while I was lost in my thoughts that I suddenly felt different.
I looked around, widening my eyes at the sight before me. I was no longer at the hallways of the cave, rather I was back at that horrible place.
I scanned the area, but I didn't see anyone, just the cold air seeping through my skin.
I shouldn’t feel cold, especially since I was astral projecting. Somehow though, this time felt different.
Suddenly, someone walked in and I froze again, before realizing this person couldn’t see me. The lady turned, and my eyes widened in confusion.
My old pack mate and rival, Clara. Was standing there, she took some strings from the drawer in front of her, before leaving.
I stood there stunned for a while, I must be someone who looked exactly like Clara I thought, walking through the empty lab. I was sure the last time I was here, a scientist had been probing and dissecting a dead werewolf.
But now, everything was clean, just a normal lab. I followed the lady resembling Clara.
I could see her walking slowly, down a narrow hallway, before stretching her hand towards a wall.
She walked into the now open wall, and I followed quickly. It was a lab, twice the size of the previous and equally more menacing.
Different lab scientists were working around, some walking on bullets, silver bullets. Others were working on different weapons and experiments.
Now that I was closer, I could see her features clearly. This was really Clara, or a perfectly made clone.
And if it really was her, then what the hell was she doing here. Last I saw her, she had been banished from the Crescent Moon pack.
I frowned, following her as she walked through a set of doors. It made no sense for Clara to be here. Was she abducted, being forced to work for these barbarians?
I followed her, stopping in front of a stairwell. I moved down the stairwell, down down till we were at the very bottom of what I suspected to be an underground lab, almost like the one Anthony had back at the cave.
I watched as Clara went through another metal door, wondering just what the hell would be behind that door for it to be this underground, with such security.
I didn’t need to press my hands against the scanner since I wasn’t really here, but yet I hesitated.
Something wasn’t right, unlike my other astral projection, I could tell right away. And I wasn’t even sleeping. I had been walking down the hallway, on my way to show Roman the book I had found, before being pulled here.
And I didn't even go to my mother, just straight to this lab where someone suspiciously like Clara was leading me down to God knows where.
This could be a trap for all I know, I remember the last time I was here, that man had an eerie grin, like he could see me.
Besides, my mothers had warned me about them having dangerous machines.
Still, I was here, I couldn't turn back now, not without knowing what was behind that door.
I walked through the door, blinking at the blinding lights. I felt like I had walked into a trap, dug my own grave with Roman not even knowing what happened. But when nothing jumped out to attack me, I breathed out in relief.
I walked forward, taking in the walls lined with different mirrors, what they were used for I couldn’t tell. I stood in front of one, wondering if I could see my reflection, but nothing.
I passed different cages empty, the blood splattered everywhere telling me everything I needed to know.
The next cage was much brighter and neater. On each side, a man was strapped on the bed, a woman on the far left side, also strapped down.
Their bodies had dried up blood, with numerous injuries.
I gasped in shock as the man's head rolled to the side.
That face, I could never forget that face.