Though the battle was won and the war seemed to have come to an end, the remaining lycans had scattered after the last battle. She did not wish to decimate an entire species, but she’d be damned if she let them regroup and reform too close to her home. Their last home; the last coven. There was far too much to lose if she didn’t keep a close eye on their feuding species; not only her coven is at stake, but her last link to her love, murdered by a lycan for his blood. Their daughter was her last hope in this world and she would move heaven and hell to make sure she lived long, longer than any of them.
She was currently on a scouting mission in the northernmost region of the mountains, the sun setting behind the trees and she moved soundlessly among the brush and twigs. Her senses were honed to track down lycans and she could smell them. Their numbers were unclear, but she knew that several had moved through this same brush not long before she had. The only sound that gave her away was the soft brush of her leather coat against the earth, barely louder than the breeze surrounding her.
Selene continued to track them long after the sun had set, her eyes shifting from brown to blue to help her vision in the dark. As the smell grew stronger, she decided it best to wait it out and see if they continued moving and in which direction they chose. Carefully, she maneuvered to climb the closest tree, scaling it with ease and settling on a branch wide enough to hold her weight. She crouched on the branch, her hand holding one above her head to keep her balance. As she waited, she noticed that the smell did not dim, nor did it stay the same; it was growing stronger.
She inhaled slow breaths to prevent giving her position away as she searched the woods with well-trained eyes. She could feel the presence of the lycan now, knowing that they were close. Much too close, but she could not pinpoint the exact location.