Leona had a lot on her mind. She had to find the biography of Karl K. Blaskowitz. She had to check back with Margaret the herbalist in Beanstalk Village to see if her friend had made any sense of the items the deceased stalker had carried. She was still disturbed by how the stalker willingly killed himself to avoid interrogation. That was a sure sign that she had gotten involved in something sinister.
However, she would not back down now. She had committed to solving the mystery and she was going to finish it. As soon as Margaret sent for her, Leona would make another trip to Beanstalk Village.
In the meantime, Leona was walking in the middle of Lycan Woods, so named because of the packs of werewolves that used it as their hunting ground. Lycan Woods was mentioned in the research book in the Silver Wolf library, but it did not command as many pages as Silent Cemetery. What she did learn was that the werewolves hunted in packs of at least four and up to a dozen at once. Much like their normal wolf cousins, werewolves followed the lead of an "alpha male" and had the same pack structure.
So why was she out in this treacherous patch of woods? A client had approached her and requested her help in locating and recovering a trio of rare horses stolen from him by a barbarian king. What made these horses rare was their propensity to consume human flesh. Leona was grateful that they were rare. Herds of human-eating horses would make Desierto more dangerous than it already was, especially if the Crimson Sashes got their hands on enough human-eating horses to start breeding them.
Shaking that thought out of her head, Leona crouched down and listened to her surroundings. She heard howling on the wind. It was a good thing she was wearing long pants because it was cold tonight. It always seemed to be cold in the Cursed Lands. She was about to start moving again when she heard more howling and some female screaming that started to die away.
Leona's heart sank. The roving lycanthrope packs had claimed another victim. There was nothing she could do. She was alone and the screaming was far away. If she raced to the rescue now, she would only be met by a pack of hungry werewolves.
The blonde slowly got up and kept moving. She spotted a wooden palisade surrounding a camp with crude wooden watchtowers in each of the four corners. That had to be it. Remembering what Hakeem had taught her, Leona took some cloth and covered both Argent Gloves enough to make the metal plates less noticeable and less reflective. Now she had to sneak into the camp, but this time she did not have Hakeem and his men watching her back.
Leona waited until the watchtower sentries were preoccupied with looking in the direction of some howling, then slipped in through a crack in the main gate. After that she slowly slinked through the camp, ducking into the shadows of tents and crude wooden shacks. She spotted wooden stables at the end of the camp facing the forest. That was where the horses had to be kept.
Leona was halfway through the camp when she heard more tortured screaming carried on the wind. She ducked down behind a trio of crates stacked behind a wooden guard shack. She soon heard talking.
"The werewolves sure are active tonight. That's the third traveler they've killed tonight. Poor souls." A man commented.
"Yeah, bad for them but good for us. The boss says that we're not gonna raid tonight. We're gonna hole up in the camp and wait it out." Another man said. Leona frowned. That information meant that she would be dealing with the full camp of barbarians. Oh well. The job had to be completed no matter what.
Leona carefully left her cover and sneaked through the remainder of the camp. It was a good thing that half of them were drunk and the other half preoccupied with eating, dice games, or keeping watch for werewolves. She reached the stables and slipped in through a door that was left open. As soon as she entered, her nose was hit with a terrible stench. What smelled so awful?
Leona turned to her right and wished she had not. She saw a wooden bin full of severed body parts! Leona covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming and alerting the entire camp. She soon heard low neighing. The horses were in here!
Leona ducked into an empty stall to her left and heard three voices coming in. She heard metallic jangling as they talked. What were they carrying?
"Why does the boss like these horses so much?" A male voice asked.
"Because they're rare! It's not every day that you find a man-eating horse!" A second one responded.
"Why couldn't he just collect thoroughbred racing stallions that don't eat people?" A third male asked.
"Because he's the boss! What the boss wants, the boss gets!" The second man snapped. The three men set down whatever they were carrying and left the stable. Leona waited until they were truly gone before moving again. She stood up and peered over the top of the stable. No one around... and three new bridles were hanging on the walls next to coils of rope on a table.
How lucky. Leona approached the horses and found herself staring into cold, lifeless eyes and snapping jaws. How was she going to pull this off?
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