Chapter 300
The party is in full swing when we arrive, two thirds of the pack has gathered in the woods to celebrate, having just heard that the Alpha’s not so dominant younger son found his mate.
According to the information that the party goers are relating to the vanguard teams, he’s always lived in the shadow of his older brothers, kept down and prevented from doing anything that would take attention off them.
He’s obviously not at the party, though his older brother, the heir to the pack is. He’s also looking for his mate and hoping to find her among the crowd. He was at another pack doing the same thing yesterday, or he would most likely have been at Deimos helping out, and would have had the chance to look there.
Their father doesn’t seem to mind where the oldest son finds love, it’s just the younger son that he’s holding as a bargaining chip.
The celebration has finally awoken the Alpha from his slumber, and the moment he reaches the treeline headed for the party, the members of the Vanguard team move in.
The pack is surprisingly light on defenses, just the harmful of barriers that any pack would have around their main house, with only a few, easily disarmed traps. Either they don’t take security seriously, or they never expected us to come here to grab the boy.
I’m not catching any scent of him in the house though. Oh, there’s a lingering one, letting me know he lives here, but I don’t think he’s here now, unless they’re hiding his scent. Using Shadow Meld to sneak upstairs while the Lycan guard nearest me flirts with one of the Omegas who clean the house, I quickly search the rooms, finding the one with his scent empty.
Focusing hard, I send Beta John the message. [He’s not in the House]
My team sneaks back out quickly, moving on to nearby buildings, when I catch the scent of the dungeon. It smells of fear, death and harsh chemical cleaners, as so many of them do. That’s still better than the ones left filthy and rotting anyhow. I signal the rest of the team that I’m going to check it out, and they circle wide, to not be seen by the guards.
Many pack members wouldn’t recognize us and would assume we belong here, but the guards should be paying attention, they’ll soon notice we don’t smell like locals soon even if they haven’t seen us yet.
The guard is inside the man door on the side of the garage that hides the dungeon entrance, but there’s a window near the roof I can use. It’s too small for most Lycans, but then I’m not most Lycans. A dragon shaped stream of energy flows from my hand through the open window, striking the guard in the back of the head and knocking him out before I shimmy in the narrow opening.
I almost get stuck at the chest, and it makes me wonder if I’ve gained weight. I’ve always been pretty slender, especially in a sturdy leather corset like this one, maybe it’s true that having someone massage your breasts makes them grow?