Ding dong, the witch is dead. The little ditty runs around in Cooper's head in a nonsensical fashion until it's just about ready to drive him crazy. He'd gotten a call from one of those posted higher-up in the nest than he was shortly after the act had been committed. By the time he arrived at the scene, it was in chaos. Their leader was dead, and without her, nobody seemed to know what to do.
Cooper surveys everything with a calm eye and then begins to act. He finds the vampire who had witnessed the tail end of the assassination and grills him for the description of the girl who had done it. Her scent still hangs in the air and the heavy musk that goes with it is unmistakable: werewolf. He's got enough clout to order a few underlings about. Two are dispatched to trace the most likely routes of escape. A human member of the nest is told to go to the East End Pack's territory and see if they can stir up any rumors about wolves with a vendetta.
Once that's done, Cooper begins to think. Suppose he was young, full of vinegar, and stupid enough to carry out an assassination attempt. Where would he go afterward? He's no tracker, but he rides his cycle enough to know how the streets in this town work. He turns down one and then another, trying to keep the faint scent from the scene in his mind. Maybe he's completely off here. All he's got are his instincts to go on. Then he sees her. A girl that fits the description of what he's looking for. Well, well. Luck was on his side tonight.
He steps out of the shadows, all traces of the usual devil-may-care teenager facade wiped away, leaving behind an incredibly old hunter (or was the better word monster?), his eyes dark as they watch Alex. He claps slowly, once, then twice. "Well done. For a kid, you did just fine."
iv
Cooper surveys everything with a calm eye and then begins to act. He finds the vampire who had witnessed the tail end of the assassination and grills him for the description of the girl who had done it. Her scent still hangs in the air and the heavy musk that goes with it is unmistakable: werewolf. He's got enough clout to order a few underlings about. Two are dispatched to trace the most likely routes of escape. A human member of the nest is told to go to the East End Pack's territory and see if they can stir up any rumors about wolves with a vendetta.
Once that's done, Cooper begins to think. Suppose he was young, full of vinegar, and stupid enough to carry out an assassination attempt. Where would he go afterward? He's no tracker, but he rides his cycle enough to know how the streets in this town work. He turns down one and then another, trying to keep the faint scent from the scene in his mind. Maybe he's completely off here. All he's got are his instincts to go on. Then he sees her. A girl that fits the description of what he's looking for. Well, well. Luck was on his side tonight.
He steps out of the shadows, all traces of the usual devil-may-care teenager facade wiped away, leaving behind an incredibly old hunter (or was the better word monster?), his eyes dark as they watch Alex. He claps slowly, once, then twice. "Well done. For a kid, you did just fine."