M.I.S.T. Campaign: Session 9

I should’ve seen it coming.  I have a major in Ecology, I know how wolves work, I should’ve seen it coming.  But I didn’t.

We talked to Kommisar Leger after I showed the police where the body was.  He was a werewolf, though he didn’t seem to be involved in this particular attack.  He told us that Krieger was the Alpha, and since his family had returned a century ago he’s been making the werewolves more brutes and beasts than men.  Leger wanted to replace Krieger as alpha.

I realized that we could probably get him to help connect Krieger to Kline, freeing us to move openly against Krieger.  Andrew was apparently thinking along the same lines.  So I let him talk, I may not be bad with words but I’m just not as manipulative as he can be.  And he did a masterful job of it; he certainly seemed to convince Leger.  And we learned a few other things during the conversation.  Over half the town’s population was composed of werewolves; Krieger considers Scions like us his favorite prey and would drop everything to go after us…

…and that werewolves can tell we’re Scions by scent.

Just like that all the pieces fell together.  Wolves in the wild hunt by dividing their prey, separating them and bringing overwhelming numbers to bear.  It wasn’t a coincidence that there was another attack the night we arrived.  They knew we were in town.  They killed that girl to split us up, like a wild wolf might worry its prey’s heels.  And we played right into their hands, like a bunch of frightened deer.  I should’ve seen it, but I didn’t.  And it was the girls who were set to pay the price for it.

We headed back to town immediately, and I called Ken to warn them.  It was too late; the trap had already been sprung.  There’s a strange feeling of powerlessness in being too late, knowing that someone you care about is in mortal danger and you can’t help them.  But there wasn’t helplessness; even though the battle had started it wasn’t over yet.

And there was rage, that all-encompassing anger surfacing once more as my Band-mates were threatened.  Determination that we would make it before the battle was ended.  And certainty…that Krieger and his ilk would pay.