Bootcamp of Misfit Wolves (Vanguard Elite Book 1) by Annie Nicholas

Author:Annie Nicholas [Nicholas, Annie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-10T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“One last thing. Maps are only as good as the map maker.” Pallas stood at the front of of a very modern appearing classroom with desks and electricity.

Clare wanted to bask in the light and the warmth. She dreaded leaving the basement. Next to her sat Ian. He leaned back in his chair, not taking one note the whole lecture about compass use and star guides. The vampire would probably dump them in the middle of the woods one night with nothing but the sky to lead them home and Ian would remain lost. She glanced at him and recalled how good he’d felt pressed against her. Her lips tingled at the remembered kiss.

He tossed her a smoldering look filled with promises and as if reading her mind, he gave a smug smile. Bastard, let him rot in the woods. It would be a shame…she shook her head clear of her wolf’s whispered desires. Pallas was right about one thing. After centuries, their kind still were ruled by their hormones.

“I’m assured by my modern kin that mapmakers in this age are much better trained, so there’s less chance of you finding yourself in Rome instead of Budapest.” He frowned lost in memory for a moment then plucked a map of the local area from her desk and tore it in half. “What if your map is destroyed or lost? What are the other ways to find your route?”

“Follow a path,” Ian mumbled.

“The stars or the sun,” Clare glared at Ian as she added her answer. They’d just covered this subject. Why was he being so lame?

Pallas nodded. “And you’re wolves.”

“Bushcraft,” Blain added and touched his nose. “We can track scents. Most animals’ tracks will lead you to water.”

“Exactly. The best compass in the world is attached to your face. Blain, I understand from your alpha that you have remarkable abilities with tracking.”

Blain shifted weight in his seat and shrugged. “Everyone knows I can’t see well. When one sense works less, the others grow more sensitive.”

“Is that how you get around the house so well?” Ian turned around in his seat suddenly interested for the first time that evening.

“Now that I’m used to everyone’s smells, I can track my way around the house using them. Thicker tracks mean that’s the main path people use to maneuver around furniture. I can’t tell you the scent of red or how nice the sunset is, but I can tell you who is hiding food in their room and who doesn’t wash their hands after going to the bathroom.”

Nervous laughter filled the room.

“You can aim your questions about tracking scents to Blain.” Pallas crumpled the map pieces in his hands and tossed them in the trash.

“They can?” Blain’s sounded nervous.

“They have to. If you haven’t noticed I’m not a shifter. My ability to track scents come from blood. Nothing else.”

“Don’t worry, buddy. We’ve all tracked scents before. You’re just a lot better at it.” Ian’s words seemed to sooth Blain as he sat taller in his chair.

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