October 2163, Exilon 5
Stephen pushed open the metal hatch that covered one of the many tunnel entrances leading out to the stony wasteland beyond New London. The hatch was well camouflaged—dirty and covered with tiny rock fragments—to blend in with the landscape, and the entrance was hidden behind a cluster of large rocks. The soundproofing ability of the omicron rock in the tunnel from which they’d emerged gave him and Serena a silent advantage over the military that would be tracking them.
Stephen crouched behind a large rock and watched the military in the distance and his intended target. The wolf had caught the scent of the meat Stephen had left to lure it away out of sight of the military, and was heading towards it.
Stephen’s foot scuffed some loose rubble. The wolf stopped and looked up sharply. Stephen could smell its fear. But it started moving again towards the trap, willing to risk the odds of capture. Serena moved closer to Stephen’s side. He could hear her low growls as her hunting instincts kicked in.
He checked the position of the military in the dark expanse. Ever since Anton had returned with the bomb that exploded underground in the Indigenes’ tunnels, the military had increased their patrols in the area. With Stephen’s advanced vision, he could make out their silhouettes as they leaned against their vehicles. Their aura colours matched their relaxed attitude.
‘They don’t know we’re here,’ he whispered to Serena. ‘We have time.’
Serena looked at him, then at the military. ‘Can you hear what they’re thinking? I can’t make out anything they’re saying.’
Stephen’s eyes snapped back to the wolf which was close to reaching the bait. It sniffed at the edge of the rocks, its eyes flitting around on occasion. It was not fully grown. If it had been more mature, it would have retreated by now; the fully grown biodome animals were smart enough to recognise a trap when they smelled it.
The military caught Stephen’s attention. ‘We’ll have to make this quick. They’re thinking about making a move.’
‘How do you know?’
‘I can hear them. They’ve spotted the wolf.’
Serena shook her head. ‘All I hear from them is a collective rumbling. Nothing they say is clear to me. How do you have no problems?’
Stephen smiled at her, but her inability to hear well was strange to him. All Indigenes had the ability. He switched his attention back to the wolf again. They needed to capture it, for Pierre’s sake.
The wolf was distracted now, tugging at the piece of meat that was staked into the ground. Stephen bolted out from behind the rock, and before the wolf even had time to turn its head, he was standing in front of it, his eyes fixed on the blood that dripped from the animal’s sharp incisors. Stephen’s mouth watered. Its hackles raised, the wolf turned towards him. Behind Stephen, an out-of-breath Serena caught up with him. He could hear how erratic her thoughts were, as if her mind was being pulled in different directions.
‘Are you okay?’ His eyes never left the cagey wolf.
‘I’m fine. Why do you ask?’ She had adopted the stance that all Indigenes did when they hunted—one leg pitched in front of the other, head straining forward, back low, arms poised to snatch.
The young wolf growled.
‘Are you worried about something?’ He adopted the same pose, crouching low until his fingertips almost touched the ground.
She shook her head and closed her eyes. He straightened up and was about to speak again when he felt the displacement of air as the wolf lunged at Serena.
The force of the animal knocked her to the ground. Stephen heard a high-pitched scream. The animal stood over her, pinning her in place, its sharp teeth clamped on the fleshy part of her shoulder, and snarling through a mouthful of Indigene flesh.
‘Come on, you’re stronger than it,’ Stephen urged Serena. ‘You can take it.’
She screamed again. ‘Get it off me!’
He waited a few seconds but could watch no longer. The muscles in his arms strained as he lifted the wolf up by the scruff and snapped its neck. Stephen unclamped its mouth from Serena’s shoulder and she fell back to the ground. The glistening teeth marks on her shoulder instantly began to heal.
He dropped the limp animal’s body as Serena scrambled to her feet. ‘I can’t believe that just happened.’ She was smiling as she wiped the dirt from her dark hunting clothes.
‘Come on. We have to go!’ Stephen threw the dead wolf over his shoulder.
Serena looked around her. ‘How far away are they?’
‘Not far. They’re getting into their vehicles.’
He took off, running as fast as he could with Serena close on his heels.
‘Can you make it with that thing on your shoulder?’ she asked, panting.
‘I think so. It’s heavier than I thought.’ His legs strained with the extra weight. ‘Run up ahead and open the entrance. I’m not going to have time to stop.’
Serena raced towards the unremarkable cluster of rocks and the hidden entrance. She pulled open the metal hatch and stood back.
Stephen didn’t slow down. When he was within range he threw the wolf through the hatch, vaulted over the top of the largest rock and propelled himself feet first through the opening, landing face to face with the dead wolf’s open eyes and snarling jaws. Serena followed and pulled the hatch closed, securing it with metal bars on the inside.
‘That was close.’ She released a short puff of air.