"Well, then, perhaps we have use for our little hostage." Asher turned toward the girl.
"What was your name?"
Victoria." The girl snapped, staring daggers at Asher.
"Michael, come here." Michael did so.
"Victoria, I need you to take in this man's scent. You may notice two scents, one of which is a bit faded. This is the scent of a werewolf who attacked Michael earlier today. I need you to follow that smell and-"
"I can't."
"Hmm?" Asher was taken aback by this claim.
"The wind, it's messing up my sense of smell. The scent seems to be going that way" She motioned back to where they had already trekked. "And I know the werewolf didn't go that way, or we'd have seen it."
"Hmm. Quite right." Asher muttered. "Well then..." Asher suddenly brought the barrel of his gun across Victoria's face without warning, resulting in a loud "Whump!" Victoria fell to the forest floor unconscious.
"Well then Henry, lead the way to that castle of yours. We'll be long gone when she wakes, and if her claim of having a messed up sense of semll is true, she'll have trouble finding us."
And with that, they were off.
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