Tyrol was
the first to see and pick up the strange parchment. After a brief examination
of the script he quickly took it to Agros. It kept well in the darkness. On the
appointed evening the nest gathered to leave. Agros would always exit by the
front door. The other vampires followed. Tyrol stayed behind a little. He
wasn’t too sure if it was because he was embarrassed by Agros’ strut and his
continued use of the vampire gear, cape and all, or maybe he just wanted to
take it all in. Tyrol left his yellow hoodie behind. He was well aware that
Agros hated it.
Morrison
and his deputies walked into the forest together. They loved the forest. As
they got deeper into the wilderness they slowly transformed into the wolves
they also were. Morrison became Maxus in full daylight. The Keepers had learned
to shift their shape by willing it. They kept alive the myth about the full
moon and such because they preferred maintaining the other creatures in the
dark about it. They also hid their human identity. That knowledge could make
them vulnerable to a treacherous attack.
Agros and
his nest were the last to get to the glade.
(To Be Continued.)
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