He’s wolf… like me. There’s no denying that very specific scent we all carry and it red alerts me and wakes up my brain immediately.
I have no idea why the hell a lycanthrope would be manning a power plant in the middle of the forest. I mean, maybe it’s not that big a deal, some packs live and work in the human world and have regular jobs as they try to pass off as one of them. This could be a guy who works for the power company and for some reason, likes to frequent his unmanned building in the middle of the night. I’m sure that’s probably a normal thing, for unconventional hours, or maybe if he has a special task at this time of night.
Probably not likely, and it’s too weird that all the way out here, alone for weeks on end, the first person I come in contact with is one of my kind. It’s a little too coincidental, especially as I came here after following some deeper gut feeling, and stupid dreams of Sierra Santo.
I watch, squinting through the foliage as I try to see his progress and get a better look, but the gates are obscured from my angle, and he disappears behind trees that sit between us, and out of sight. I don’t want to lose track of him in case he somehow heads in here without me seeing and shows up at the foot of my tree. I doubt I would be a welcome discovery.
I don’t hesitate. I slide off my perch, silently climb down the tree, and crawl closer until I can see him again from another angle, ducking down behind a rock and keeping low. My senses are on major high alert, and I’m taking comfort in the fact the wind is blowing this way, so he won’t smell me the way I did him. I’m relatively safe from this distance if he doesn’t see me moving around.
I have to creep on all fours, keeping still, and wedging in behind a fallen log to get a better look as I track him. By the time I figure out where he is, eyes scanning the fence and truck, he’s already inside the compound and up against the door. He moves fast, and it just conforms that he’s one of my kind.
I hear a beep, a click, like he opened something, or had some sort of key, and the door slides to the side in front of him. It doesn’t open out like I expected, but more like something of an elevator door, that slides out of sight, back on itself, which is weird for a low-tech building.
From here I can see inside though, and there doesn’t seem to be anything at all in the doorway, making it all even weirder. It looks like an empty concrete box, and no big inside room, or control panels, or anything from what I can peer into. That just makes the sliding door stranger if it’s concealing nothing.? I move a little closer still, not convinced I’m getting a full picture, hitting the last line of trees before the clearing, and stand tall to side slide behind one and peek around. I know it’s stupid getting this near to him, but I can’t see, and this place has me so confused as to what its purpose is, or what its importance is to my instincts.
He walks inside, turns, and faces something to the left, just behind where the door is. He leans in, ducking slightly so his face comes level with an out of sight panel.
“It’s me, I’m back, bring me down.” A low growl to his masculine tone, most definitely a wolf. I can just tell.
He stands tall and turns to face the open front door, my heart rate escalating as nerves consume me, and my body begins to tremble. I swear, for a second, I think he looks right at me and I dive back, flattening my back to the bark and close my eyes, as though somehow that’ll make me invisible. I’m not sure though, as he didn’t seem to react at all, and I’m probably being paranoid because I’m scared. There’s a crunching noise, the humming of the generator revs up in ferocity, and the whole building emits a long grunting moan.
I peek back, holding my breath to steady my shaking self, quick enough to see the door beginning to slide shut as he slowly lowers down below the level he’s standing on. It clicks instantly that the floor is moving, and he’s going down. Like some sort of elevator for sure, and it explains why, on the surface, there’s no sign of life and the building is small. It’s deceptive, and the sliding door, it conceals a car sized transport to a lower level. That means whatever is down there is big enough to accommodate vehicles should they need to be taken down, and that makes my blood run cold.
I don’t think it’s any kind of power plant, and I shouldn’t be here at all. It obviously has more going on below, and now I know a wolf is manning this station, then I have absolutely no chance of finding anything worthy of stealing and getting away without a trace. Not that I want to anymore. Everything inside of me is telling me this is a bad idea, and I need to get far away from this place as soon as humanly possible.
When the door fully closes, I walk out in front of the tree where I’ve been hiding and peer over at where he left his truck, wondering if he maybe left anything of value there. If I’m cutting my losses, and running, then he might have something. He didn’t lock it, and he was alone. Maybe a medipack, food, clothes, or something that I can use.
He obviously isn’t coming out right away, and I should make the most of his absence before he does come back. He might not stay and judging by the fact abandoned his truck and never brought it into the compound, I don’t think he is. I have to be quick and go.
I run along the tree line keeping to the inner side and within its shadow and make a dash for his truck, using hyper speed to get to it fast and peek inside when I slide up against the door on the far side from the building. It’s an off road four by four, covered in mud, and debris, and obviously the perfect vehicle for moving around this terrain. I can tell right away there’s nothing in it at all. Not even general trash, or even anything in view that I would want. It’s clean and free of anything worthwhile. Not what I would expect for a truck with frequent use, so it makes this even weirder. He obviously doesn’t use it all too much to come and go. One last fleeting run over with my eyes, convinced he has nothing of worth.
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