Wolfhunt


	This story was written by Genevieve Franklin. To Warners and ABC,this is not a commercial venture,all rights remain with you,we are just having fun with the characters. Wolf Hunt By Genevieve Franklin. Wolfhunt. "Shh!" Tom whispered at Matt, as Matt fidgeted again. "I�m trying!" Matt hissed back, irritated. "I know" muttered Tom, and thumped Matt back at the expected hit. Matt opened his mouth to protest again and Tom hissed at him. "Do you sense something?" Matt asked. "Yes - but I don�t know what �" Tom turned and looked at Matt, worried. "Roger Ives?" Matt asked. "No." "Wonderful." Tom sighed his agreement and stretched his senses out as far as he could. There was a human near, he could tell that. There were also - these others - of his species but different. Far more focussed than anyone he�d ever met - even Lewis. Utterly, coldly focussed. After the human, too. Not that the human knew that. And Roger Ives, where was he? There was a flicker. Tom�s head lifted. If he hadn�t been as talented as he was he would never have sensed that waver in masking. He turned to Matt. "He�s here." "Where?" "Watching where the human is walking." Matt nodded - he had already sensed the human; they were obvious, after all. "Will he attack?" "No � there are others following the human - others of - us - but not us �" "Are you having a vision?" Matt�s standard response to an incoherent pronouncement from Tom. "NO!" "Will you keep your damn voice down are you an elephant - " "Why is it whenever you don�t understand something you always imply I�m having a vision?" They were nose to nose. Matt sighed. "I�m sorry, okay? I just - sometimes you are." "But not nearly as often as you want to make out." Matt did �charming-lost-little-boy� look - and Tom melted somewhat, as he knew he would. He wasn�t really angry with his cousin, after all. Just a little irritated - and sure, Matt didn�t want to be out here any more than he did, hunting a rogue Chosen who had killed five Chameleons as well as the Chosen guarding him in the holding place. -Why are we out here? - Tom wondered suddenly. Not really why so much as why them actually. He answered his own question, sighing; because he was the most powerful Primary Chosen now living with the exception of the First and Matt was his Secondary and together he and Matt made up the best HunterTracker team the Chosen had. Besides, seeing the upset Lewis had been in had basically meant there was no way Tom could have not offered. After all, Lewis had kept an eye on them since Tom�s father had been sent away, even though Lewis wasn�t a Chosen. "Tom? Tom?" Matt had Tom by the shoulders, shaking gently. Tom shook his head and smiled a little at Matt. "Just thinking �" He leant forward and planted a kiss on the tip of Matt�s nose. "Friends?" he asked. "Of course friends!" Matt responded, hugging Tom back. And then they both heard the noise. They were round in an instant, backs to each other�s, scanning the area. Tom spotted the source almost immediately. The human, falling over one of the bags littering the alley. Those others were closing in too - and he felt a moment�s weird empathy for the human - hunted and not even knowing it � and by so many. He must have found something major. And then the human stumbled into the light and Tom could see, and sense more clearly - her - and that she was bearing � what did humans call that? Pregnant, wasn�t it? The litany ran through his mind - we kill of necessity. We kill in defence. In defence of what? In defence of species. In defence of mate, of child, of bearing woman - and of self. - These others who were after her - weren�t Chosen didn�t follow the Chosen principles she�s human she has to die they�re a threat the humans have to die this serves species this � but how can a bearing human female be a threat to us? I can�t I have to we aren�t out here for this tonight I can�t I can�t I can�t where is Roger Ives? If - THERE - Tom exploded from his hiding place, shouting "Run!" at the human woman - hearing Matt scream "What are you doing?" at him - and then Roger Ives, Chosen rogue, Chosen murderer was on him and he was fighting for his life. Lightning cracked across the alleyway - the human woman screamed, and Matt grabbed her, shoving her out of the way, into hiding, hiding her face against him, trying to stop her screaming. Tom was too far into the battle now even to accept help - all Matt could do was stand and watch helplessly, cursing as his cousin, Primary , best friend - went into danger again and somewhere he, Matt, could not follow � Tom channelled strike after strike of lightning, moving so fast around the alley he seemed a blur even to Matt - and then finally Matt could see him pulling the power of the pillars and ran out himself to distract Roger Ives so Tom could get in his strike. And it worked. Lightning exploded from Tom�s hands as he channelled the energy from the pillars, and then there was only a small pile of ash where Roger Ives had been. Quiet. Dead silence. Matt and Tom faced each other over the pile of ash, Matt slightly taller, heavier, darker than Tom, Tom panting slightly from the channelling. Then Tom spoke: "Orion�s Hunters made this kill". He looked at Matt challengingly. "Witnessed." answered Matt firmly. A pause, then: "But I wish we hadn�t had to." said Tom, and stepped over the ash into Matt�s reassuring, loving embrace, sobbing out the pain of having to kill again, in the arms of someone who understood him more than almost anyone else in the world. The human woman huddled against the wall, finally lifting her head from her arms and staring at the two young men; the shorter, slighter one cradled in the taller ones arms. She saw the taller one brush his lips lightly against the other�s hair. And then the shorter one lifted his head. "They�re coming," he said, softly. "Who?" murmured Matt. "The others - the ones I sensed. They�re - us - but not us. And after her." he pointed at the human woman sitting against the wall. "They�re focussed on her, Matt." Tom looked worriedly up at Matt. "I�ve never felt anyone so focussed who isn�t Chosen - not even Lewis." "Okay," Matt said. Then looked at the woman, and then back at Tom. "We should go then, huh?" "What?" murmured Tom. "We should go. Leave them to the hunt." Tom stared at Matt, then; "No. She�s bearing, Matt." Matt shrugged. "She�s human." "And?" Tom was suddenly sounding dangerous. "Well �" Matt faltered. "I mean, she�s human. None of our concern. If she�s a threat, she�ll be eliminated, right?" "She�s bearing." Tom snarled. "She�s also human," Matt said calmly. "And we both know that a human being hunted by the Program is none of our business - she�s found something out and has to die - bearing or not. She�s not one of our females, Tom. We don�t have to protect her." "But we should," Tom said, fiercely. "We have principles, remember. All life is sacred, yeah?" "Yeah," said Matt softly, and looked hard at Tom. "You really care a lot about this, don�t you?" "Don�t you?" murmured Tom. Matt turned away, then turned back. "Well, yes but �" He stopped, then sighed. "Okay. So what do you want to do? We take her, we get in so much trouble and have to give her up anyway, and they�ll still be hunting her, and will probably find her." "We have to try," Tom said firmly. Matt stood there for one moment more, then gave in, nodding. Tom needed this, right now. Needed to see no more death. Needed to save a life without having to kill another. "Okay," murmured Tom, and turned to the woman. After a moment of staring at her, he went over to her and crouched slowly down in front of her. He was intensely aware of the hunters drawing nearer - and also of the woman - her energy, and that of the child inside her. Have to be careful - do not reveal anything, he thought. "We have to go now," he said gently. "We have to go, and you should come with us." The woman stared at him. "Why?" she asked shakily. "Because - " Tom suddenly stopped, realising that the woman could not understand - how could he explain? "There are people following you," he settled on finally. " I know," she said quietly. "I came down here to get away from them." "I think - they know you�re down here - I can - I can - " a lie can sometimes save a life, thought Tom. "hear them." The woman looked up at him. "You must have great hearing." " I do," allowed Tom. She sighed. Then looked across at the alley entrance. "What happened to the other guy?" "Other guy?" Tom was bewildered for a moment. "The one after me when you yelled run." "Oh." Tom was momentarily at a loss. "I chased him off." "How? I mean - I guess that was an impressive torch you had but - " Tom stared. "Torch?" he asked. The woman stared at Tom and his puzzlement. "Yeah - I saw the light - even though your friend had his arm in the way of my view." Oh! Tom looked back at Matt, transmitting gratitude in the only way he could - by feeling and look. He turned back to the woman. "That�s Matt. He won�t hurt you, he�s harmless!" She laughed a little. Then: "The guy?" "He just didn�t want a fight, I guess," murmured Tom. The woman looked sceptically at Tom. "I�m sorry, kid, but who�d be chased off by you?" Tom was suddenly made aware that to a human he was still a child - sixteen, and small at that - therefore not a threat � "I guess he was scared I had a knife, or could run and get help," Tom did his best disingenuous impression. The woman looked doubtfully at him, then said "Well thanks, anyway, kid. I guess I�d better get going before someone else comes along." Tom grinned, gave her a hand up. "Yeah - like those - " "Tom" Matt screamed suddenly. Tom turned, stunned - Matt screaming - ? And then he saw them - they came out of the entrance to the alley - twelve of them - heading directly for the woman and himself. Matt was simply flung out of the way. Pain exploded through Tom - even though he and Matt weren�t properly bonded yet, he could feel Matt�s pain and � "Matt!" He ran towards him. Matt struggled up the wall and gasped out "Run!" Tom saw the others close in on the woman, who had backed up against the wall. There was a gun in her hand and for a moment he was startled - then impressed with her courage - she couldn�t know she couldn�t survive. "Run, kid!" she yelled at him. Tom assessed the situation and was up on the wall behind her in seconds. "Take my hand!" The woman stared up at him, and then grabbed his hand. He hauled her up the wall and jumped over it with her, and ran, dragging her down the alley. He had to find a hiding place, to mask, to help Matt.. He nearly went back then but realised that wouldn�t work � and then he saw the door into the cellar. Not even thinking about it he forced the lock open and dragged the woman down there. He dumped her on the floor and ran up the stairs to the door, shutting it and blocking it with a piece of metal that was lying conveniently on the stairs. Then turned and sat on the stairs, extending his senses. The woman sat on the cellar floor, watching. He could see the whites of her eyes, feel her wondering about him, who he was, how he knew this stuff � He could feel those focussed others closing in and he could feel Matt, struggling towards him. He masked. Himself and the woman - and felt the others run by. Sighing with relief, he slumped, and after a while he let the masking down. A little later he felt Matt hesitating outside the cellar door. He reached back and after a moment of struggling with that now most inconvenient piece of metal shoved through the handle, opened the door. Matt staggered in and sat next to him. "Hmm." Said Matt after a moment. Tom smiled a little and leant his head gently against his Secondary�s shoulder. Matt slipped an arm around Tom�s shoulder then looked at the woman, who was fumbling around in her coat pocket. She found what she wanted, took out the lighter, flipped it open and lit it, held it up to see their faces. They could see her too � She had a good face - a kind, intelligent face - Tom sensed that was true about her - that was who she was. She saw two young men, clearly related, by the similarity in their faces, sitting together, close, on the stairs. Something different about them - she wondered briefly if they were connected with these strange people - the ones her source had told her were a new species of human. No, she decided. They were - too harmless. Too young � "I guess I should thank you both for saving me from some kind of horrible fate," she said. "I�m Kelly Masters, reporter with the �Evening World�." Tom vaguely recognised the paper as the local evening one. "Oh," all he had the energy to say right now. He wanted home, and bed, and Matt - Matt to hold him till he slept. In that order. And not to have to report to Lewis until he could think up a good way of explaining that he�d stopped the hunt on a human � suddenly heard a step. He looked up, and horrified, saw Lewis silhouetted in the doorway. "Uh �" Lewis looked down dispassionately, then looked at the human woman. "Time to go, Tom, Matt," he said softly. Matt got up immediately. "Good", he murmured. Tom could feel his pain - probably at least one broken bone, he noted absently. "No," Tom murmured. When Lewis and Matt looked at him he looked up at Lewis pleadingly and said, "We have to take the woman somewhere safe." "Oh she will be perfectly safe, Tom" said Lewis, with chilling emphasis. Tom swallowed, then stood. "Lewis, she�s bearing," he murmured softly. "Good," Lewis said back coldly. "One less of the humans born, one less to fight." Tom recoiled in horror - as did Matt. "You can�t do this," said Matt urgently. "Lewis, you can�t kill a bearing woman, even if she is human." "And do you think they�re hunting her for fun?" Lewis hissed. "No, but - " Lewis�s hand crashed into the side of Matt�s head. "Be silent." Tom exploded with fury, grabbed Lewis� wrist. "You will not harm my Secondary again, Program leader," he snarled. "And you will not interfere with a hunt again," Lewis said calmly, turned his wrist in Tom�s grasp, grabbed Tom�s wrist and dragged him up the steps - not an easy feat, as Tom was struggling, but not impossible - Lewis had a least a head on Tom and was heavier. Matt followed, head ringing, staggering slightly. And bumped into the back of Tom, who seemed frozen with horror. Matt peered round his cousin and stared. Those twelve people they�d all been running away from were there, circling. How - ? Tom had been masking, they�d run straight by � They must have come back - have sensed when the masking came down, not have been distracted or taken in by that - be - focussed - Matt realised, stunned. Tom�s words came back - �never felt anyone so focussed� - Matt swallowed. The twelve were intent on the lot of them, he could feel that: Lewis as well as Tom and himself. "She is below," Lewis told the men calmly, and moved, pulling Tom with him. "No - " Tom fought him. One of the men stepped in front of Lewis. "This one hindered the hunt - he is a traitor - him too." Matt stepped swiftly in front of Tom. "No," he said firmly, and was taken by the throat and lifted into the air. Lewis snapped something in the old language and the man dropped Matt and looked at Lewis. "Program Leader, I do not understand. They have interfered with the hunt, they are traitors and must be dealt with." "I will deal with them," Lewis said quietly. "You will hunt your target only. Go now." The man looked puzzled, seemed about to speak, then Lewis interrupted him with a word in the old language and his face cleared. He turned to the others and beckoned them, and then went down the steps into the cellar, the other men following. Matt struggled up from the floor. Lewis looked for one moment, and Tom felt a flicker of regret, then he dragged Tom down the alley without a word, Matt following, rubbing his throat. * Lewis got the car open without a word and practically threw Tom into it. He handed Matt in with considerably more care, resting his fingertips against Matt�s throat for a moment. "Are you functional?" he asked Matt quietly. "Functional," agreed Matt. "Broken arm and rib, I think." Lewis nodded. "I will have the Program Healer see to it." Matt nodded. Tom opened his mouth. Lewis glared at Tom. "I will hear silence from you." he said. Tom swallowed and shut his mouth. They drove to the training house - Lewis�s base right now - in silence. Once there, Lewis pointed them up the stairs, and Tom went up with Matt. Lewis sank down in a kitchen chair for a moment, and buried his face in his hands. So close. Did Tom realise how close he and Matt had come to dying there? And Lewis too - they were always unpredictable - Lewis had not been sure he could control the men. Still - at least that control had finally held. Finally Lewis sighed and got up, walking to the refrigerator to get a glass of orange juice. He leant for a while against the counter, sipping it, until he felt the inner shuddering cease, then he walked slowly round the ground floor, securing the house, before he walked up the stairs. He went to the room Tom and Matt were in and looked in through the slightly open door. Matt was lying face down and half naked on the bed, with Tom running his hands lightly over him - covered in massage oil, Lewis realised, seeing the glisten on Matt�s skin. But the way Tom was moving - slow - almost - ritualistic � hypnotic � Lewis, stunned, realised Tom was healing Matt. He waited until Tom�s hands stopped moving and he sighed, lifting his hands and leaning down, looking at Matt a moment. Then Tom flopped over sideways onto the pillow, head next to Matt�s. "Better?" Matt moved experimentally. "Mmm - perfect �" Tom nodded, yawned, then; "Sorry � I - I guess that was my fault�" Matt sat up on one elbow and looked at Tom. "No � I got in the way - and the first time, I guess they thought I�d got in the way too - so - put me out of it�." he paused thoughtfully for a moment. "You were right," he continued, "they were focussed - like a force of nature�" Lewis saw him playfully punch Tom then; "Like you, when you get going�!" teasingly. Tom looked back solemnly. "Really like me?" he asked softly, upset. Matt sobered instantly. "No. You have more compassion in your little finger than these guys had between all twelve of them. I�d sure like to know who they were." "Me too," said Tom quietly - and looked at Lewis - and Lewis realised, shocked, that Tom had known he was there all along, despite his masking. Tom just hadn�t acknowledged him; Matt, and an apology to Matt, was far more important. Matt lifted his head surprised, and Lewis felt a sour sort of satisfaction - at least Matt hadn�t realised. "Oh hi!" Matt said, having located Lewis. Lewis came in and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at them both. "Hi," he nodded at Matt. "Are you okay:" "Mmm - now. I don�t need the Program Healer," Matt smiled smugly at Lewis. Lewis �swiped� him gently for his insolence, and then stroked his hair once, lightly. And looked at Tom. "They are called the Wolf Unit," he said quietly. "They are twelve Chameleons who volunteered to be part of the Wolf Unit - and they are always twelve - if one dies - he or she is replaced. They are drugged and they are programmed to kill. They are given targets, or they seek them out for themselves - they keep watch on what is happening with our species and the humans to decide these targets. All they do is kill - when a person becomes a target, there is no change in that status until that person is dead. They will kill anyone who gets in their way - human or our species. They have no memory and no true self awareness - that is obliterated in programming - the programming is far more intense than ordinary Chameleon programming. They have no names. They operate as a team. They are highly trained and they are controlled by set code-words." Tom drew breath to speak, looking stunned. Lewis didn�t let him speak. "They will not listen to arguments or pleas. They cannot be diverted. Once they are told, or have decided, someone is a traitor - that�s it - that person is dead - unless they are ordered not to go after that person. They do not have a concept of misunderstanding - do you understand?" Lewis looked hard at Tom. "They can be �switched off� by the programming - by code-words - but you can�t stand there and say �we have a different viewpoint from you and it�s equally as valid.� They will not accept that. I founded them some years ago as a last resort defence for the Program, and they are set onto the hardest assignments - ones where one Chameleon - or even a team - would not be enough. Assignments where independent thinking is not as necessary as going after the target and destroying it. They have very little independent thought - but they are extremely useful. Only a few people know their code-words - you were lucky today - had I not been there, Chosen or not, they would have killed you." Tom bared his teeth a little. "If they�d been able to get near." "You were not prepared for them, Tom," Lewis said quietly. "They would have used Matt to get to you - snapped his neck and left you in pain - then closed in and killed you. The - weakness - in a HunterTracker team is the affection between Primary and Secondary." Tom opened his mouth to protest - Lewis held up a hand to forestall him. "I am aware that affection is also a strength - if I hadn�t been, after seeing you and Matt in action I would be." Tom and Matt smiled at each other and hands linked. "But," said Lewis quietly - and their attention swung back to him (disconcerting, to have all that attention focussed on him) "the affection you hold, even if you can control your actions in relation to it and each other, would be used against you. I know HunterTracker teams are trained to do what is necessary without regard for affection between partners - but the Wolf Unit have no emotion. They sense it - and they use it. And their - strength - I guess - is in their numbers - and that they won�t stop - they will die in preference. You defending yourself would result in all twelve attacking you," "I could take them," but Tom sounded less sure of himself. "I�m sure you could - you�re good. But the cost would be Matt�s life and probably yours. And today could have been mine. We were lucky, Tom." "Why?" Tom asked. "You - you said they are controlled by code-words which you obviously know." Lewis looked hard at Tom. "They range over the whole country - never come in to the Program complex - and as a result they are somewhat unpredictable. They recognise no authority, beyond me and two others, can only be controlled by the code-words apart from that. And recently even that has become somewhat less predictable - " "You mean their programming is breaking down," interrupted Matt. Lewis sighed. "Yes." "So," Tom suddenly sounded very dangerous. "You have a group of programmed killers wandering around whose programming is breaking down and you haven�t brought them in yet?!" "Mmm," Lewis agreed. "It�s not that simple, Tom - partly it�s finding them." "Not good enough," snapped Tom. "They injured Matt and could have killed him. You have to find them to give them new assignments." "No," Lewis returned, irritated. "I leave messages for them." Tom hissed his irritation. "They could kill anyone! They nearly killed Matt!" "I�m aware of that," Lewis snapped, vaguely wondering why he and Tom had got into this situation. Tom was clearly furious, nose to nose with Lewis, hands gripping his arms with anger strength. "They could kill Chosen!" Tom snarled. Then; "The First must be informed." Tom suddenly found himself flat on his back, Lewis� arm across his throat, and it was no joke, no joke at all. "No," hissed Lewis. "The First will not be informed. You will say nothing - do you understand? The Wolf Unit are a closely guarded secret even within the Program - no one else is to know." Tom was shocked - and Matt - Lewis could feel it coming off them both in waves. "But - " Matt said, worried. "I am taking action to have them brought in," said Lewis with cold emphasis - a reminder to Tom in particular - I am Program Leader, you are Chosen Successor - do not forget who the leaders are. Do not forget your place is with the Chosen - Tom swallowed against Lewis� forearm. "All right," he said finally. (reluctant acceptance - the Program is not the Chosen) Then; "They called Matt and me traitors." "Yes," said Lewis gently, in the face of Tom�s sudden realisation. "I cleared their memories of your objections - of you - with that code-word. It was why they left you and went on." Tom swallowed, then reached up to Lewis. - Peace? - the emotion query was quiet, hopeful. Lewis pulled Tom up and into his arms for a moment. "Yes," he said softly into Tom�s hair, feeling Andr�s son snuggle against him for one moment. (what would it have been to have had a son? Lewis suppressed that instinct, that longing, let go of Tom) "The human is dead, isn�t she?" murmured Tom. "Yes," said Lewis, steadily. "She found out about us, Tom. I know she was bearing - but she knew - and she would have reported it - and been believed, perhaps - she was a respected investigative journalist." "Oh." Tom sat quiet for a moment, thinking about her - her kind, intelligent face, that new life in her belly. Then looked up at Lewis. "I�m tired," he murmured. A plea. "Then sleep," said Lewis, and left them, closing the door quietly behind him. * Matt watched Tom sitting there, huddled. "Maybe she got away," he ventured finally. "She didn�t." Tom said quietly - "There was no way out of the cellar." Matt nodded. "Do you think Lewis will handle them?" said Matt after a moment, trying to gauge Tom�s mood. He seemed very quiet, suddenly. "For now," Tom�s voice was distant. "But we will face them again." "What?" Matt was startled. Tom turned to him suddenly. "What did I say?" Oh - all became clear to Matt. Tom was getting visionary again. "Nothing much," he said, "Just that we�d face the Wolf Unit again someday." "How is that �nothing much�?" Tom wanted to know. "Because you�re tired, and so am I, and someday isn�t now - and it�s time to sleep." Matt replied. Tom sighed and lay down beside his cousin. Matt slipped an arm around him and Tom cuddled closer, feeling Matt run his hands down the energy pathways of his body � balancing � balancing him � For all that, it was a long time before either of them slept. * They woke the next day, untangled themselves from the heap they had become as they slept and went downstairs. Lewis fed them and they parted sometime later - Tom and Matt to head to the Chosen, Lewis to go to the Program. On the way, Tom stopped off in the alley - and walked down to the cellar, Matt following. He stood for a moment in silence, looking at the remains of her body. "They ate part of her?" Matt couldn�t believe it. "Yes," said Tom quietly, realising he�d sensed that about them too. Remembering her kindness for a moment more. He turned to Matt, tears in his eyes. "I liked her, Matt," "I know." Matt held out his arms and Tom went into that shelter willingly. Matt led him out of the cellar, and they continued walking on the way home. "What we do - " Tom murmured finally, "what we do to ourselves and others." Matt nodded, sobered completely by what they had seen. "We can�t change it�" Matt sounded doubtful. "Why not?" Tom wanted to know. "All life is sacred, Matt - that�s a principle of the Chosen. Why can�t we co-exist?" "I don�t think the humans know that," said Matt unhappily. "I don�t think they know life is sacred." "Then we�ll have to teach them," said Tom softly, sticking his thumb out at the approaching lorry, which for once actually slowed and looked like it was going to stop. "We�ll have to teach everyone." He looked intensely at Matt for a moment. "Will you help me?" The grin came from the depths of Matt�s being; joy, love, loyalty - complete dedication to the man with him. "I will always help you. You know that." They clasped hands as the lorry pulled up. "Where ya goin�?" The human driver was cheerful - and chewing gum. Loud music blared from the cab. "Des Moines," Matt shouted. "Can you get us that way?" "I�m goin� up to Minneapolis - I c�n drop ya!" "Perfect!" "Climb in!" So they did. Tom fell asleep on Matt�s shoulder at some point during the journey, and Matt sat, holding him, chatting to the driver and - during one of the points (very few!) where the guy actually shut up, thought back over the last few days. Teach everyone, huh? All the Chosen, the Program, the humans. Everyone. But oddly enough, Matt believed they could so it - in the face of all logic. Tom could do it. Forever, Matt vowed silently to his Primary, looking down at him for a moment with the tenderness he rarely showed to anyone on his face - and then the driver started talking again, and he had to listen. End. Notes: - Tom can�t face not taking the woman away from the hunters - Matt goes along - he knows Tom finds any form of killing hard. - Matt also knows that Tom is in a very emotional state after killing a rogue. And likely to be visionary. - The hunters, who are the Wolf Unit, chase them all. Tom and Matt and the woman get away but the Wolf Unit will probably find her. - Lewis finds out Tom interfered in their kill and is furious - Tom in his turn is furious because he and Matt nearly got killed by them.