Chapter 4 (Forth Part)

Far from the outside, a person panics as soon as he enters the weapons room and fades. "Weapons, all weapons." "They’re gone!" he yells as he leaves the room in a rush. "I’m glad I lost the others." Desmond left the room and headed upstairs.

Gasping and panicking, Desmond looks around him. "Hurry, hurry. They must not find me." He breathes quickly out of anxiety. His pulse accelerates and his eyes scan the slightest moving shadow around him, to the point of almost tripping repeatedly on the stairs. I have to tell Justin right away." He says in a hurry. "I’m being chased, I can feel it. I do not know what it is, but I feel that I will not like..." A shadow passes him very quickly and takes the opposite direction to him." He frowns and looks for the origin of the cold breath passed before him.

Uncertain and anxious, step by step, Desmond climbs the stairs to reach the terrace of the building, he screams in terror and attracts the attention of the entourage.

Ernest stops his prayer and turns his head towards the scream. "...Desmond." He whispers in an inquisitive tone.

"It’s awful, the weapons are gone! " he said in shock. Desmond takes a strong breath and puts his hands on his pelvis, he takes strong breaths and displays a desperate and tense head. I think I’m going to be uncomfortable," he said in agreement with the many cries of panic from the hunters. Desmond holds his belly and inspires more and more strongly and exhales with each blow by making the hundred steps in the terrace.

Justin does not care about the screams or the announcement and prefers to enjoy his last dance with his wife, who threatens him with his own weapon if he stops the dance. Rosyne and Andrew as well as the dark silhouette find themselves in the center of the field and remain straight.

A loud grunt of anger and rage is pushed hard enough to introduce a deadly fright within each human present on this terrain.

The instruments stop and the wind blows hard. All seek the source of this beastly grunt and are quite tense.

The sounds of footsteps come closer and closer and the hunters hurry to offer attention to the houses around them, from where different silhouettes come out of the shadow, all wounded and slowly move out of the houses in which they have been locked for different periods.

Desmond stands straight up the terrace and takes a strong inspiration. He clenches his fists, then pushes a strong howl to the rising tone then descending before rising very hard. Rosyne and Andrew join him and incite the freed werewolves to regroup.

"The other whore" calls him Justin as he emerges from his wife’s grip to stare at the tall brown man standing alone at the top of the terrace." I told myself that I had already seen him somewhere." he looked for another guard than Ernest. "He is an intruder, it is Leroy! " cries Justin very loudly while addressing an annoyed look to each hunter present next to him. "Catch him!" he orders.

Following this order, no one dares to act. The humans remain motionless in their places and fix the werewolves move forward gently and difficult towards them, depending on the wound. They are divided into three groups and each one stands behind Rosyne, Andrew or the unknown standing with Lenore in his arms.

Leroy smiles with all his teeth when he crosses Justin’s annoyed look and shrugs. Thank you for the advice Justin, it’s true that the experience is important, too bad you left it for the ...childish? " announces Leroy proudly while challenging him with the look.

Justin takes a light breath and walks towards the building where Leroy is. "Well done Desmond, I mean ..Leroy.