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But it had been facing away from her, and following the smell of the creature, she could track that it had been behind her just a little while ago. The exit was back in the direction she had left Hunt. She stiffened her shoulders as a shudder ran through her body. If Garret had run into Hunt, or the creatures he sent, they would have torn the man apart already.
As she walked back toward Hunt, she picked up on a conversation coming from behind her. Emma quickly went into the darkness, hiding in a corner as she listened to the conversation. She instantly pegged the growl-like voice of the Wyvern.
Conan and his pack were making their way through. “I don’t care what you think, Hutch. We find them, and that is all that matters. I want the Hunter’s head. But we restrain the Werewolf. She’ll be perfect for me.”
Emma began walking quickly, staying to the edge of the tunnels, away from the light. If the Wyverns looked ahead, they would see her running through the corridor. She had to get to Hunt first, as he would be heading that way. Emma paused as she spotted Hunt and some other woman walking through the corridor.
She paused for a moment, wondering who she was and how he had found someone almost instantly. It was proof that he knew more than he was letting on. She picked up on their conversation, hiding in the shadows so she wouldn’t be seen. There was no telling whose side any of them were on.
“Just ahead, turns out this is the third section of the sewers, and they were built with a different design plan in mind. Since it was the lowest, the way out was directly up, and not to the side,” said the woman in a cheery tone as they walked side by side. Emma felt a bit of jealousy swirl in her as the woman spoke in sensual and flirtatious manners as they walked. She casually bumped into him, touching his forearm as she explained the tunnel paths. “It’s just up ahead.”
“Sure,” Hunt replied in a plain emotionless tone.
“What about the Werewolf?” she asked as they passed right by Emma, who had stayed frozen in a dark corner, watching them pass. “Thought you were together.”
“She left,” Hunt replied. “Where’s the exit?”
Emma quickly realized that the girl had lied. The exit was in the direction they had come from. In the direction they were going, all they would find was Conan and his Wyverns. Emmasilently followed them until both parties came face-to-face with each other. The Vixen Hunt had called Sly stood a few steps behind him, out of reach of his sword, with the Wyverns ahead of him.
“You walked me into a trap,” Hunt declared, pulling his blade.
“It’s nothing personal. Woman’s gotta get her money’s worth, no?” Sly said with a chirp, nodding to Conan.
The Wyvern shook his head. “I asked you to bring me the Hunter and the Werewolf.”
“Well, this was all I could find. I’ll go back for the other, but you can have this for now,” Sly said, on the brink of crying. “Come on, I’m hungry.”
Conan reached into a bag strapped to his waist, and pulled out a satchel of a red liquid. Emma quickly realized that it was blood. Sly slipped it into her pocket before she turned back to him. Emma felt her heart rate increase as she tried to figure out the right thing to do.
Hunt was a Hunter, someone who could easily end her life. He wasn’t a good man; he wasn’t the type of person she should risk her life over. But he had saved her life. Something compelled her to make a move, and as much as her head told her against it, her heart tugged at her limbs, telling her to move.
“So what about the rest?” Sly asked as the Wyverns began to circle Hunt.
“You’ll get the rest when you bring me the Werewolf. Now fuck off!” Conan growled.
The first Wyvern dashed at Hunt as Sly vanished into the shadows behind them. Hunt swung low, using his sword to slice at the arm of one of the Wyverns. The blade cut deep, drawing apainful cry from the man. He screamed, staggering back as she watched Hunt.
Conan grabbed the man’s face and slapped him across it. “You’re screaming like a coward! Just fucking heal it!”
“It hurts!” he yelled.
Conan shoved him away. “Then hurt him back!”
One of the men made a move to jump Hunt from behind, and Emma threw herself in. She wasn’t going to stay in the shadows and watch him die. She had to act. She grabbed the Wyvern from behind, throwing him over her shoulder and planting him headfirst into the ground. The move sent up a wave of dust and dirt that drew the attention of everyone watching.
From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Hunt raise a finger and fire a beam of light into the face of one of the Wyverns, blinding him instantly. As the man brought his hands to his face to recover, Hunt slid past his leg, slicing right through it with the blade. The Wyvern fell to the ground, screaming in pain as he clutched at his leg. Hunt raised the blade to deliver the final blow, but Emma watched as Conan smacked the side of his head, knocking him out.
He turned to face her, snarling sadistically. “You’re mine.”
As he took a step forward, a figure flashed right past him, causing Emma and Conan to blink. As their eyes followed the blur, they realized that it was Sly, standing on the far side of the corridor. She held his bag in her hands, smirking at them. Conan’s eyes went wide and before he could speak, she ran off.
“Get her! If she leaves these tunnels with my bag, I’m killing every single one of you idiots!”
Emma watched as the Wyverns came together and quickly chased after Sly, leaving Emma and Hunt alone with Conan. Seeing that the leader was distracted, Emma rushed over to Hunt’s unconscious body, threw it over her shoulder, and ran as quickly as she could, heading away from Conan.
Chapter 8 - Hunt
Hunt’s eyes flicked open for a moment as he felt his body surge forward. He tensed up as he realized that he was on someone’s shoulder, being rushed through the sewers. His body stung where Conan had hit him. He was sure he would have quite a colorful welt in the area when he had a chance to look at it. Hunt looked up to see that it was Emma taking him away.
