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Red Moon

Chapter 7

It wasn't the banter in the lobby that gave it away nor the whining of the children who were crying over the noises they believed to have been monsters in the dark of the night. Sergei smiled at himself when he heard them pester their equally frightened, but largely annoyed mother who tried to get them to sit still while she called work. He smiled because in a way, the children were right. It wasn't this that gave away what happened the previous night to Sergei, but the smell. The air was rich with the unmistakable stench of mating. An earthy, all natural smell that loved to just permeate into everything. It didn't seem natural to him one bit. Sergei hadn't had the "pleasure" of smelling it that often, but it didn't take much for it to imprint itself upon one's mind.

The wolf wondered what poor bitch had gotten itself ensnared in the claws of Dmitri as he stepped into the elevator of the ground floor. He squeezed himself into the corner, away from the woman in an obsidian black jacket who kept an eye on him. It was times like these that he wished that he could build up the courage to stick his nose in a mine like Dmitri had done once. The air was nauseating with all kinds of smells from the people who had used it before and the horny stench of the wolf and now the woman who had decided that putting on a fresh layer of lipstick would make her more attractive to the well build Russian who had hints of German ancestry.

The elevator lowly crawled up each floor, occasionally stopping to pick up a few people who were, for some reason, expecting it to go down and angrily simmered, only adding more to the scents.

Sergei did eventually reach the tenth floor and the smell was no better. He grimaced at it, remembering a time when he could easily walk among people without being utterly disgusted by the smell of them. He though himself as having a high tolerance since he had once been around people who didn't have the luxury of taking a shower for months at a time, but when his smell was now several thousand times more sensitive, the tolerance that he had no longer mattered.

He stopped in front of the room where he knew that Dmitri was staying, a green fog might as well have been coming from under the door. Before knocking, he rose his nose to the air and took a small smell. It was a habit he had, making sure the only thing he smelled was what he was expecting. He paused when he did catch something else, just a hint of something mingling with the musk. A human.

Sergei nearly kicked the door down. He would not tolerate another human going through what he did.

Dmitri woke slowly, his eyes fluttered open as he blinked the sleep away. His body felt like butter as he shifted his weight around, feeling he familiar form under him. He was still in his wolf form and he slowly got onto his paws, being careful to not step on Trevor who was still sound asleep, absolutely tired from the previous night.

The wolf lumbered off the bed and stretched his legs out, his lower half near the ground with his butt in the air as he felt his back pop and his muscles stretch. Stretching done, he shifted back into his human form. As much as he would have liked to stay in the form he was born in, there was no point in staying a wolf inside of a hotel.

A knock, more like an attempt at forced entry, at the door got his attention and stirred Trevor.

"It's too early." Trevor mumbled, still half asleep and turned over onto his side before throwing a pillow over his head. He fell right back to sleep.

Seeing how Trevor wasn't going to be answering the door any time soon, Dmitri lumbered to the door, remembering to put on a pair of pants this time and opened it up.

"You literal fuck!" Sergei spat out as soon as the door opened and that got the attention on the few people who were coming out of their rooms for the morning. Sergei ignored any stares he was getting as he shoved Dmitri back into the room and slammed the door.

"Sergei. Nice to see you too." Dmitri answered back calmly and let himself be pushed. He did make sure to keep his body between the angry werewolf and the sleeping form of his mate. He knew how touchy Sergei was around people and had anticipated some sort of violent reaction, though he knew that Sergei wouldn't hurt the man, he was all bark and no bite.

"So you're going to ruin another life?" He growled and looked past Dmitri's body at the sleeping form on the bed that had seen better days. It looked so small and vulnerable, all humans did because they were. "Have you any conscience?"

Dmitri let Sergei let his rage out, it was hardly a new argument. "Look, what I do is my own business."

"What about his business?" Sergei pointed a finger at Trevor who just couldn't stay asleep with all of the commotion. He sat up, his hair an absolute mess and looked over at the two arguing masses.

"What's going on here?" He said groggily and rubbed at his eyes and slowly pulled the blanket over his naked form. "Who's he?" The two looked at Trevor for a moment before going back to glaring at each other.

"Trevor, this is Sergei."

"Wonderful, an American." Sergei snorted and crossed his arms. "I bet he has family that will notice when he never comes back."

"Never coming back." Trevor repeated softly, trying to get the meaning of the words.

"Don't worry about it." Dmitri said over his shoulder. He was worrying about it, he had completely forgotten that in less than a week, Trevor was due to fly back to him home and that frightened him. He was mated and therefore obligated to go where ever his mate went which would cause trouble with the pack for him to suddenly leave.

"He has plenty to worry about." Sergei interrupted and attempted to walk past Dmitri to approach the human, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"This is not your concern, Sergei." Dmitri put an edge of a warning in his voice. "Don't butt into this you don't need to."

Sergei glared at the werewolf with a hate that shook Dmitri deep down. "This isn't over."

It was the best that he was going to get. Dmitri took his hand off of Sergei's shoulder and seated himself of the edge of the bed where Trevor was. He looked back at the man who had a look of confusion as he tried to locate his pants so he wouldn't be so indecent. "Fine, let's get to the real business as to why I called you here."

"Ok." Sergei breathed out, giving Trevor a quick glance before seating himself on the edge of the other bed where the pants were. He picked them up and tossed them over to Trevor who managed to squeak out a thanks. "Why did you call me?" He already knew, but he needed to play along for a bit. The man with the silver tooth had left the previous night on a train and would be arriving at the location that he provided him in a few hours.

"Someone in the city knows about me. I think it's a human." Dmitri could still feel a bit of soreness in his shoulder where there was actually slivers of silver still imbedded in the flesh. It wasn't enough to be life threatening to him, but enough that there was a constant itch. "Used a silver bullet and shot me as I was going through the streets."

"You want me to find him?"

"You catch on quick." Dmitri nodded. "I'm sure you still have some of your tracking skills from the war."

"War?" Trevor finally spoke up as he finished buttoning up his pants. "You mean Afghanistan?" It was the last conflict that he could think of that involved Russia. He may have been a buff for Russia, but he was more into culture than history.

"No, World War 2." Sergei corrected him in a low tone.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I'd rather not talk about it." Sergei huffed a bit and crossed his arms. Stalingrad was always fresh in his mind.

"Oh, ok." Trevor settled down next to Dmitri. He felt out of place, between two werewolves. It wasn't hard to guess that Sergei was one by how Dmitri and he talked to each other. He wondered just how long a werewolf could live since Sergei didn't look a day over 35.

"Let's get back on topic." Dmitri said. As much as he would like to tell stories, there was more pressing matters. "I remember where I was shot. I can tell you where it is and you can investigate."

"Why me? I'm sure you're more than capable of doing this."

"I am." He confirmed. "But I promised Trevor that I would show him the city." He rubbed his man's arm.

Sergei rolled his eyes, nearly starting another argument about how he shouldn't get a human so involved, but he stopped himself, not because it would start a yelling match. It would make him a hypocrite since at his very moment a human was on his way to Siberia.

On a normal train was a less than normal man sitting in the coach. He sat comfortably on a leather seat sipping black tea as he read the newspaper. Moscow was still searching for the wild animal that had killed three people, but it was no longer front page news since there had been no sign of any kind of beast lurking around. That was good since it meant that it was hiding and that would make it easier for his own leashed dog to keep an eye on him. Once he was done in Siberia, it would be easy to come after the heir to the pack.

"Excuse me." A waitress poked her head into the small room and the man looked up. "Can I get you anything, sir?" She asked him politely as she was supposed to.

He thought it over for a moment. "Yes. Can I get a spoon to mix my tea with? Sugar hasn't quite dissolved." He smiled at the pretty girl who had her long brown hair tied up in a very professional looking knot.

"Of course." The waitress backed out of the room for a moment to search through the cart she had waiting for her, filled with all kinds of refreshments and things for the passengers that were riding in coach. She returned moments later with a spoon. The man thanked and tipped the waitress.

He looked down at the spoon, it was simple one except that it was silver. Instead of using it to mix his tea, he set it aside. He was running out of silver, it was expensive and he needed to find more if he was going to be taking on an entire wolf pack. The waitress was pretty, but he could tell that she would forget to ask about the spoon and it would go unmissed if he were to pocket it.

He leaned down and picked up his duffel bag and opened it up. Inside was the various parts to a rifle, taken apart so that it would fit. No one at the station bothered to check his bags, a few bills into some pockets made sure of that. He dropped the spoon into it and picked up a small box which he opened up. Inside was a dozen bullets, all silver in color.

He closed the box and returned it to the bag where it would stay until it was needed. For now though, he had a nice cup of tea still waiting to be finished. He picked it up with his gloved hand and sipped it. He smiled at how his fake pinky stuck out like he was some stereotypical Brit. He liked to think of the small bright things in life when he was dealing with the darker parts on a daily basis.

Checking his watch, he counted down the hours before the train would arrive at a small station in the middle of nowhere which was often only used by the military. There, he would go out for one of the most dangerous hunts in the world. Never would he have guessed where the werewolves were living. It took a lot of persuasion to get the wolf who had taken his fingers to talk, but he did eventually.

Years of experience made him very adapt at dealing with werewolves and he prided himself on that. Whether it was killing them or even negotiating with them, he knew exactly what to do.