Chapter 263:

‘It was huge. Maybe seven feet tall. But it looked part wolf and part man.’ The description was vague but it was more than enough for us.

From the few sentences underneath it said the woman survived after spending six weeks in the hospital recovering from her traumatic injuries.

“That’s it!” I snap in frustration at the lack of info. Nothing about claw marks or peeled skin

I scroll down the page only to find comments about conspiracy theories or suggesting that the man and woman were high on drugs. But I know you don’t forget seeing something like that.

I needed to show Klaus. He was good at finding stuff like this.

Pulling the cord from the laptop, I hurry over to his house, grateful when I see a light is still on.

“You can find people right?” I blurt when he opens the door.

“Depends on how much information you have.”

I barge past him and drop the laptop on his table a little heavier than I wanted too and curse myself because it wasn’t my property.

“I’ve been looking for signs of Lycans.”

He smirks and moves to his new laptop at the other end of the table. He spins it around to face me. It’s on the exact same page as I was looking at. Only he had a map next to him with circles drawn all over it.

“Do you know why I’m drawn to this one?” He points at the screen

I shake my head

“It’s an unusual first name for a human. But a common one among wolves.”

I hadn’t even noticed the name. ‘Abraxas Adler.’ He was right, I never came across that name as a human, and there were six in this pack alone.

“You think he’s a Wolf?”

He nods his head at me. “Maybe he can give us more information.”

I think if I leave the pack without telling Damien, he will lose his shit all over again, especially with Blair lurking out there.

My eyes move back to the image on the screen. He’s smiling but it doesn’t meet his hazel eyes. What if Klaus is on to something and we pass this up?

“Do you think he is in a pack?” I quiz

“No. There are no packs located where this article comes from. It’s human territory which means if he is a Wolf, he was likely kicked out of his pack.”

“Kicked out as a teen?”

“Or abandoned.” Klaus mutters

“And that’s if he is still there, the article is twenty years old. There’s no guarantee we will find him.”

He hands me a blue post-it note. “He’s there. Up for a road trip?”

“I’m already in trouble for the Blair incident.” I protest. He nods and takes the post-it back. “You’re going by yourself?”

“Someone needs to get some more news, even if it’s a dead end.”

He moves around putting snacks and bottles of water into a duffle bag. But no clothes.

“How long will you be gone?”

“It’s a two hour drive. I will be back before sunrise.” He hauls the bag over his shoulder and grabs his laptop and map. “No need to cover for me.”

I follow Klaus out front to a running car, only to see Eric sat in the driver’s seat. Eric’s eyes lock with me. “Get in.”

“You knew.” I mutter, climbing into the back. “Is that why you blew me off again?” I rip the belt around me, jabbing the buckle into its lock with a little too much force. “Dane is going to be so pissed that we are doing this!”

“Already cleared.” He mutters back, staring at me in the rearview mirror.

Klaus gets in the passenger seat and quickly updates the satnav with the details.

The journey was boring. I hated being the one that is not driving. I hated that they were having a conversation with each other that didn’t include me.

“Mal,” Eric mutters as he looks straight ahead. If anyone else called me that, I would rip their throat out, but it had become his thing and I like the way it sounds in his voice. “You might have to shift.”