Darkness and rain poured down upon a shallow maze of streets marked infrequently by lampposts of archaic design. Chasing in the official capacity had brought Stuart to a junction that led in two directions down a street occupied by few and in one other direction, through an alleyway that was marked by even deeper darkness. He was tempted to take flight in a form better suited for the pace of the night’s activities, but the urgency of the situation was not yet pressing enough. Perhaps, had he been alone…but he was not.
In testimony to the fact, the small form of Mei Lin arrived beside him, her own path lit by the floating beacon of spirit light she had manifested for herself when the search for their fugitive had begun. A fugitive from what exactly, Stuart always struggled to fully ascertain. Was it justice served when a mortal agency sought to rebuke immortal beings primarily on the helpless fact that they were immortal beings? Stuart thought not, though he did realize that there were immortal beings, like mortal ones, who made existence deliberately difficult for others. And maybe it was particularly difficult on mortals, given that they had less ability to protect themselves from that which held significant ability to disrupt their lives. Still, Stuart couldn’t help but to maintain a certain amount of sympathy and empathy for those he had been sentenced to help convict.
“He’s that way,” Mei Lin announced, bringing Stuart back to the pursuit of the hour. Her hand was pointed directly at the alley.
Stuart gave a nod that was underscored with a sigh. The rain was diminishing his already diminished appearance beneath the mortal veil he’d been charged to wear. It was also fogging his glasses. That a faerie should have to contend with such boorishly shackled charm was offensive, and continued to be offensive, no matter how far into his service within the agency he managed. He would much rather be Home.
He took a step forward, stopping abruptly when the massive form of their target barreled out of the alley toward them, turning sharply to avoid a collision. The swiftness of the towering individual’s passing actually drew limp strands of Stuart’s not-as-blonde-as-it-should-be hair into its wake. A sleeker figure followed at an agile sprint, reminding Stuart in the brief seconds the vampire’s presence brushed past him why he was in actuality not as offended by his position away from Home as he tried to be.
“He’s fast,” Daniel complained while in pursuit.
“Duh,” Mei Lin said after him. “He’s a werewolf.”
The vampire was in far too great a hurry to hear or respond to the spiritualist’s comment. The creature of interest had a significant lead, bounding at times on all fours toward freedom.
Dreamer No, 5: Man's Best Fiend
Available March 9 From Raventide Books