Werewolf Castle by Tracy Falbe

Author:Tracy Falbe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: werewolf, werewolves, werewolf pack, historical fantasy, heretics, werewolf war, history 1600s, lady werewolf, werewolf books, werewolf ebook
Publisher: Tracy Falbe

Chapter 24. Living the Lives of Ten Men

Janfelter fumed over his missed shot. Incriminating smoke curled away from his musket. Tekax crafted muskets of the best accuracy, but even that obviously left much to be desired. Missing Thal made him curse the whims of fortune. He suspected that the very wind had protected the beast born of Sarputeen’s elder magic.

Despite his anger, Janfelter maintained his vigil for a second shot, but the monster had disappeared as if he had never been there.

While surveying the land, Janfelter sighted that wretched escapee Mileko and wanted to put him down, but he chose not to risk revealing his position with another shot.

He hoped to salvage his plan that had dissolved into ruin. The two mercenaries had died with unexpected speed, and he did not know where the kennel master had gone.

At least the attack on the couriers the night before had drawn Thal out. Janfelter had gone into Zilina two days earlier and confirmed that the murders in Strecno had been attributed to Thal. Janfelter had even shot a wolf and turned it in for a bounty before returning to the countryside to sow more terror.

“Where are you?” Janfelter whispered, craving another shot at Thal. “You’ll not get your teeth into me again.”

He watched the Duke’s men withdraw with dead men over confiscated horses. Their possessions could provide ample evidence that killers were posing as wolfmen, and Janfelter disliked that his ploy seemed to be unraveling. And how had Thal come to be moving so closely in the proximity of Thurzo’s servants? Was it impossible to dislodge whatever hold the sorcerer and his spawn had upon the local Duke?

His patience endured until midday when he accepted that his vantage point would no longer yield a view of his quarry. He had observed only a few travelers headed for Zilina. The signs of bloody struggle staining the thin snow had caused them to increase their speed. As for Thal and his entourage, they had seemingly moved on.

Cautiously, he left his hiding spot and moved over the hill where his horse was hidden. He hoped to find the errant kennel master unless that man had managed to die as well.

That thought made him pause as dread tickled his intellect. Tightening his hold on the musket, he reminded himself that he hunted a powerful predator.

He soothed himself with anticipation for the glory that would come when he killed Thal. Once Janfelter possessed the notoriety of killing Thal, he would be without peer among men of arms.

He relaxed when he reached his hidden camp. His horse and the one used by the kennel master browsed on dormant twigs, and the kennel master hopped up from his seat with visible relief when Janfelter arrived.

“Why are you hiding back here?” Janfelter demanded.

“The dogs would not join the battle,” he explained.

“And why did you recall the dogs? Your fellows are dead because of it,” Janfelter complained.

“Sir, I bade those animals to kill but they hurried back afraid for their lives,” the kennel master said.

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