When morning came, Khaat was up. Awake, dressed. Unsettled. There was something not entirely right this morning, and she couldn't put her finger on it. It had uprooted her in the middle of the night, and she hadn't been able to go back to sleep. Now, she put on her leather jacket and apparated outside and started to walk. It wasn't quite light. It was cold this morning. There was frost on the patches of grass that peeked through the snow.
She hadn't walked long before she felt her stone getting warmer on her neck. She stopped and looked but didn't see anything. She tried to use the stone to help her find which direction to look.
She ended up at the caves that Brian and the guards had sealed a long time ago, on the north side of the property. They had been reopened--very, very recently. And she smelled fresh blood and smelled werewolf. Her stone began to glow bright vibrant green. She was about to try to slip inside silently, when someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth.
"Shhh," the whisper was just barely audible, even though she could feel the cold breath on her face. "Not alone. They'll smell you." She looked to see Escobar there. "Go home. Tell them. They broke through this side of the cave just a couple hours ago. Clearly, they've been tunneling. And feeding. And I don't want to know what they've been feeding on. Get out of here. Tell them."
She apparated back at the house. "They've got access to the grounds," she said to those who were in the kitchen in the predawn hours. "I know where they are."