of place.
“Yes, I am. The Alpha says I’m even better than him,” Finn said, never quite meeting Simon’s gaze.
“Yeah, I just don’t see it.”
Finn gave a shrug. “You’ll just have to see me in action and to judge for yourself.”
Turning on the engine, Simon said, “I guess I will.”
At the moment, he was thinking that somebody had set him up, and this was some wiseass’ idea of a practical joke. Because there was no way possible that Finn was in any way a tracker. If he was, then Simon was a circus clown, squeaky nose and all.
The drive there took a while. The entire time, Finn didn’t say a word, he just looked out the window. Almost as if he were taking everything in and storing it away or something. It made Simon wonder if the guy ever got out much. He almost acted like a newly released prisoner who’d just finished a twenty-year stint.
Once they reached their destination, Simon parked and got out. They had a handful of Betas who were there as backup. They parked next to them, got out, and then stood back, waiting for orders.
“So,” Simon asked, “do you have any ideas as to where we should start looking?”
He could very well start tracking himself, but he wanted to see what this supposed super-tracker was made of. So Simon just crossed his arms over his chest and waited. He heard one of the Betas snicker and, for a moment, he thought that it was at Finn until he realized that the Beta was looking at him.
“What?” Simon asked.
“Just watch the kid work his magic. Then we’ll see how much of a smartass you are,” the Beta said.
Finn walked up to the edge of the woods and cocked his head to the side, almost like he would do if he were in his Wolf form. He then lifted his head in the air and sniffed lightly. The wind kicked up, blowing some of the strands of his brown hair in his face, but he made no move to brush it away. It was almost as if he was too caught up in what he was doing to notice it.
Next, he knelt down on the ground and picked up some sand. He ran it through his hands before he brought some of it up and smelled it. A slight frown came over his face, making him look a bit older. He reached up and felt some of the nearby branches, his fingers lingering longer on one bush in particular.
Finally, he stood. “Three Spiders came this way about a half hour ago. One of them is injured and walking with a slight limp. I think one of the others hurt it, but I can’t be too sure since I don’t know that much about how the young act.”
“Which way are they heading,” one of the Betas asked.
“Northeast. If we move fast, we should be able to catch up to them quickly,” Finn said.
Okay, Simon was a bit impressed, but he would have been able to tell that by looking himself. Or at least he would have been able to tell most of it. He didn’t know how in the hell Finn was able to tell that one of them was wounded. That one had been a neat little trick, because as Simon drew closer and looked at the tracks, they all appeared the same to him. He was dying to ask Finn how he’d figured out that tidbit, but that would mean he’d have to admit Finn was better than him. Instead, Simon just held his tongue and led the way. After all, the last thing he wanted to deal with was a cocky Omega.
Once he saw the path the Spiders had taken, it wasn’t that hard to follow it. They were as big as fuck, and they left behind a path of destruction. Dead animal carcasses were lying all over the place. Okay, to be fair, they were only baby Spiders, having just been spawned, but that didn’t make them any less dangerous. Their venom could still kill any one of the shifters hunting them, and, working together the Spiders could very well attack and eat a full-grown man.
Which was why Simon and the others were there. Not only were there the three they were hunting down, but there were countless others of these little darlings out there, all the result of Razor, a now dead enemy assassin who had
“Yes, I am. The Alpha says I’m even better than him,” Finn said, never quite meeting Simon’s gaze.
“Yeah, I just don’t see it.”
Finn gave a shrug. “You’ll just have to see me in action and to judge for yourself.”
Turning on the engine, Simon said, “I guess I will.”
At the moment, he was thinking that somebody had set him up, and this was some wiseass’ idea of a practical joke. Because there was no way possible that Finn was in any way a tracker. If he was, then Simon was a circus clown, squeaky nose and all.
The drive there took a while. The entire time, Finn didn’t say a word, he just looked out the window. Almost as if he were taking everything in and storing it away or something. It made Simon wonder if the guy ever got out much. He almost acted like a newly released prisoner who’d just finished a twenty-year stint.
Once they reached their destination, Simon parked and got out. They had a handful of Betas who were there as backup. They parked next to them, got out, and then stood back, waiting for orders.
“So,” Simon asked, “do you have any ideas as to where we should start looking?”
He could very well start tracking himself, but he wanted to see what this supposed super-tracker was made of. So Simon just crossed his arms over his chest and waited. He heard one of the Betas snicker and, for a moment, he thought that it was at Finn until he realized that the Beta was looking at him.
“What?” Simon asked.
“Just watch the kid work his magic. Then we’ll see how much of a smartass you are,” the Beta said.
Finn walked up to the edge of the woods and cocked his head to the side, almost like he would do if he were in his Wolf form. He then lifted his head in the air and sniffed lightly. The wind kicked up, blowing some of the strands of his brown hair in his face, but he made no move to brush it away. It was almost as if he was too caught up in what he was doing to notice it.
Next, he knelt down on the ground and picked up some sand. He ran it through his hands before he brought some of it up and smelled it. A slight frown came over his face, making him look a bit older. He reached up and felt some of the nearby branches, his fingers lingering longer on one bush in particular.
Finally, he stood. “Three Spiders came this way about a half hour ago. One of them is injured and walking with a slight limp. I think one of the others hurt it, but I can’t be too sure since I don’t know that much about how the young act.”
“Which way are they heading,” one of the Betas asked.
“Northeast. If we move fast, we should be able to catch up to them quickly,” Finn said.
Okay, Simon was a bit impressed, but he would have been able to tell that by looking himself. Or at least he would have been able to tell most of it. He didn’t know how in the hell Finn was able to tell that one of them was wounded. That one had been a neat little trick, because as Simon drew closer and looked at the tracks, they all appeared the same to him. He was dying to ask Finn how he’d figured out that tidbit, but that would mean he’d have to admit Finn was better than him. Instead, Simon just held his tongue and led the way. After all, the last thing he wanted to deal with was a cocky Omega.
Once he saw the path the Spiders had taken, it wasn’t that hard to follow it. They were as big as fuck, and they left behind a path of destruction. Dead animal carcasses were lying all over the place. Okay, to be fair, they were only baby Spiders, having just been spawned, but that didn’t make them any less dangerous. Their venom could still kill any one of the shifters hunting them, and, working together the Spiders could very well attack and eat a full-grown man.
Which was why Simon and the others were there. Not only were there the three they were hunting down, but there were countless others of these little darlings out there, all the result of Razor, a now dead enemy assassin who had
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