Chapter 6
*It lies not in our power to hate,
For will in us is overpriced by fate.
---- Christopher Marlow (1564-1593)***
She had been set up.
Jane's desperation to understand her predicament led her closer to the edge of the towering jagged cliff.
How in heaven's name did she get here, you ask? Well, her money was on that bastard tour guide. One minute she was in the museum, and another minute, she appeared on this rocky hill that shot hundreds of feet into the air.
The worst part was its steep slopes that gave little to no hope of a safe descent if she dared to leave.
How steep was it? Its structure stood like an apple with its flesh eaten, with only its core left.
The intimidating hill stood like a giant pole, with its rocks as sharp as needles.
"Damn you, bastard!" Jane cursed under her breath. "If you send me here, can you at least leave me with a rope or supplies?"
What? Was that too much to ask now?
Awoooooo~
A wolfish cry slowed from a distance, and Jane didn't know whether to be thankful she wasn't dropped in the surrounding woods.
Looking around, there were no trees where she was. No grass, no shrubs, and no food source!
Jane rubbed her growling stomach once again confirming that she was truly a person with bad luck.
Her sense of loss was only temporal. Jane's motto has always been on not crying over spilled milk.
It's already spilled. Crying won't change this fact. Rather, it was imperative for her to figure out what she would do from here on out.
Sweeping her eyes across the open land, Jane decided to investigate more.
The night was dark but not completely hopeless under the bright blanket of stars.
From the experience she faced, Jane knew the tour guide was anything but ordinary. If he could summon strange winds that sucked into the book, her first thought was that perhaps she wasn't in Scotland, but in some Amazon forest.
She wasn't sure yet, but decided to think about it later. Her priority was getting down from here and meeting anyone who could point her to the nearest police station or city. She had to contact her parents right away.
'Oh my God. Where has that crazy tour guide sent me now?'
All she could see was forest all around, with no towering structures in sight.
With how high she was, she should at least see a telephone pole or something to show signs of civilization nearby. This was why she was more inclined to believe she had been thrown into the heart of some Amazon forest or jungle.
Jane inched closer to the edge with a solemn frown.
Despite the warm winds, it would be a problem if she continued to stay out here without blankets or tents. Sleeping outdoors in this manner was bound to leave her with a terrible cold.
In such a situation, many would choose to wait till morning, before figuring out how to go down and look for food. But Jane didn't think it was wise. Most animals sleep during the night and are more active during the daylight.
Jane decided to head down and look for food before day break. She would only search around the perimeter of the steep hill. This way, if danger came, she could climb back swiftly.
Jane sighed. 'Here goes nothing.'
In no time, she busied herself, not wanting fear to overrule her senses. However, not too far away, Alexander's nose tickled strangely.
Who?
Alexander's eyes suddenly darkened as he raised his hands at the men, causing them to halt. Alexander was one of the greatest chieftains in their history, not only because he was greatly loved, but also because of his abilities.
If they could sniff smells from a mile away, Alexander's nose could do twice more than them. From birth, his raw strength and abilities surpassed everyone his age.
After dismounting, they quickly followed Alexander, knowing his nose had picked up unwanted smells.
Aiwooooo~
Alexander howled, and got no response.
"My Laird, 'tis not one of our own."
"Hmmm. 'Tis a normal human. But how can they make it this far without being detected?"
"Am wondering the same thing too." Brodie said, staring at the steep hill ahead.
How did this human do it? No. Was she even human if evaded their werewolf defenses? Furthermore, why was she so strangely dressed? Could it be a spy? They had never seen anyone dressed so brazenly before.
As werewolves, objects that appeared miles away could be seen as though the objects were standing right before them. They could control their focus at will like binoculars. From where they now stood, they had a clear view of what the little lady on the hill was up to.
Dugo's ball rolled up and down his throat. "My Laird, I think Leith is right. The lass might be a cunning spy."
Leith and Brodie agreed with Dugu. This territory was for only clansmen. No merchants, no outsiders had ever gotten this far in. That's why they were perplexed by her sudden appearance this far in.
However, Alexander didn't think so. A spy? Why did he feel she looked very stupid?
It's clear that the little lass who climbed her way up the hill didn't think of how she would get down after finishing her business on the hill.
In the end, wasn't that silliness? If Jane knew his thoughts she would waste no time bashing a rock and his head.
You think she wanted to be on this hill? With how busy she usually is with work, who the hell would have time to spy on them? How narcissistic!
If Jane knew their thoughts, she would roll her eyes to the heavens and shove her middle finger down their arses. Thankfully, she didn't. Jane had more important things to worry about, like getting the hell out of here!