~Dante~
The harrowing sounds of thunder had stopped before I got to the pack gates. My patrollers were in their safety bunker, the howl had been from one of them. Warning people about the birds.
If I had noticed it first, I'd have rung the bell. We have a list of what to do for each emergency. But there was only one bird.
It was the same size as always, just different. Noelle looked directly at it, and nothing happened to her this time.
I sniffed the air, searching for the description of the scent Noelle had perceived. What did she say it was, dead birds, acid, and burning maggots. Knowing exactly what to pick out, I caught the Vatican's stench only seven miles away. He's far too close.
I can get to him if I run, but what will I do when I get there?
Kill him, obviously, but it's more technical than that. Mostly when it comes to an infected breed that strays from the norm. The Vatican in some way still holds onto his human side.
