It’s that time of the week again. And I luckily have new words. Since I’m still trying to incorporate all the random scenes into some semblance of order, I’m trying hard to not create more random scenes when I take the Thursday Threads challenge. This is the second week where I was able to expand (sort of) a previous scene. Yay me! Luckily, the prompt fit well with a series of events and fit in nicely with one of the previous snippets. All I can tell you is that the Four Monsterteers (aka The Scooby Gang) are beneath the city on a hunt. Here’s the prompt: *”At least not at this level.”*

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The four men walked single file, Sinjen still leading. He paused when the tunnel branched. The others huddled behind him.

Caleb sniffed the air, sneezed and rubbed at his nose. “Not that way.” He waved vaguely at the right-hand branch.

Nikos stepped forward and peered into the darkness. His eyes flashed silver and he backed up. “I agree. Not that way.”

“Why not?” Ariel dodged out of the dragon’s path. “It looks no different—”

“How can you not feel it?” that from Nikos.

“I can smell it.” The werewolf reared its head in Caleb’s terse declaration. “That’s some bad juju down that way.”

Sinjen took three step that direction, paused, his entire body on alert. After a long moment, he backed up and walked three steps into the left-hand tunnel.” He shook his head. “She’s not here, at least not at this level.” His vampire senses were on high alert yet he could tell nothing. “Magic,” he spat. “There is some sort of spell masking her presence.”

“But you are sure you felt her when we came through the door?” Ariel hoped his fear didn’t leak into his voice. Aisling would be with Sade and he could not yet admit his feelings.

The vampire eyed him. “Can you not feel the magic, Fae? Can you not control it?”

Ariel shook his head. “No. It is wild. It…”

“It hunts.” Dragon and werewolf spoke simultaneously.

“Yes,” Sinjen agreed. “It is time to turn the tables. We are the hunters now.”
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Do you think the “Boys” will find what they are looking for? Writers, enjoy the prompt if it sparks your imagination. Readers, are you claustraphoic? *bwahaha*