While Celestial and the tribal pack head north to meet with Gray, Swift plans for her own defense. Celestial hopes her new abilities will be enough and Swift hopes she has enough abilities left to face a more powerful foe. Can evil be defeated?
Gertrude drummed her fingers on the table. "He's reaching out to us."
"Who?"
"MRKX."
Wanda gasped. "I heard Janet talk about him before she left, but I...I thought we ended him and it was just talk."
"In that form, yes. Now he's back and more powerful. While all the packs are gathering to fight him out west he is sending forces here to us."
"Why us?"
"Because of Celestial and Swift mostly, but Gray also. You are connected with Celestial, and he knows I'm getting old. He probably figures Celestial is already out west, and knows Gray is there for certain. I hope she got to Great Bear in time."
"Do you really think he will strike here?"
"It's a certainty. I feel it coming. There's nothing we can do to stop it, so we must be prepared."
"How can he be in two places at once?"
"Oh, he's not coming here himself. Celestial is too tempting a prize for him to leave behind there. He has assembled a strong force to meet her but he is sending a significant force here also. You can count on that."
Wanda wrung her hands and Clark paced. "What can we possibly do against that? Can you call on pack members that are still in the east?"
Gertrude stilled her fingers and looked at Wanda. "Did you learn nothing when we fought MRKX in New York? Pull yourselves together. You are warriors. Both of you. There is not enough time to bring in others. Anyway, they are a rear guard left to protect New England and the Appalachians against just what is going to happen to us here. Most of our strength has gone west and we are spread thin here in the east. No one knows where he may strike besides here and no territory should be left completely unguarded. We're on our own."
"I don't want to be a warrior. I want to live a farm life."
"Life thrusts things upon us. Things we'd rather not deal with. But we must deal with them."
Clark rested a hand on Wanda's shoulder and she reached a hand up to cover his.
"What do we need to do?" he asked quietly.
"We get as many weapons ready as we can. I don't know what sort of adversary we'll be facing, so we should have as many shotguns as possible, loaded with full buckshot. Wear pistols in case anything gets close. Anything to slow them down. Bullets won't kill them, but if we can injure them they'll have to take time to heal and we may then be able to strike with axes. Close-in shotgun headshots may remove their heads. Sharpen all the axes and machetes. I know after Celestial's team got custom made weapons we have all of what was used in the last fight. We should scatter them about so if we have to change positions there will always be something handy."
Clark sighed "Well then, we'd better get to it."
"There's something you should see. It could be a lifesaver."
Gertrude led them down into the basement to the inconspicuous door in the wall. She opened it and said "Follow me."
Wanda and Clark found themselves in what looked something like a tunnel of sorts. The ceiling was low and the floor and walls were dirt. In a stooped position they made their way until the passage narrowed down and they crawled out from behind a bush.
"This is a way we could escape in to the shelter of the house or out of it if necessary. We should initially take positions in the small tractor barn or the garden shed."
"What is this place we are in?"
Gertrude turned to Wanda. "It was my den."
"You mean like where you had..."
"My pups. Yes. Gray is the only lycan of the three. I lived in this den until the pups could set out on their own. The other two may have been carriers like you, but once they left the den Gray was the only one to stay in contact."
"There is so much I don't know about you, mother."
"Would you have wanted to know?"
"I guess it was better I didn't. I wanted to pretend it wouldn't happen to Janet."
"Come, back through the den. We don't want them to trace our scent to this tunnel. You go ahead and I have something to cover our scent to keep our secret."
Back in the basement they set about sharpening blades and cleaning and loading firearms. Wanda held a shotgun to her shoulder and sighted down the barrel. "I guess it's a good thing I always like to go shooting. Never much liked killing things, but I'm proud of my accuracy shooting at moving clay targets. I don't mind cooking what the men bring in, though."