On the trail road just below Eva's house, dozens of armored jeeps were parked. All the hunters had slowly regrouped by now. The hunters' deputy leader sat with his massive frame on the hood of one of the jeeps. What distinguished him from the others was a red arrow emblem on his armor.
One of the men approached him anxiously. "Sir, we followed Caleb. He's still within the town," he said.
"Alright, you can go," he said, nodding his head.
As the man walked away, the hunter leader's eyes narrowed. His weathered face was lit by the dim glow of the moon, casting harsh shadows across his scarred features. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag, exhaling smoke into the cold night air.
"He can't stop the ritual alone," he muttered to himself, "When the pack awakens, they'll b
