It was late morning and the crisp cool air of the early day had already given away to the more stifling heat of the afternoon sun. Though the day was panning out to be a pleasant one for the most part things at the lumber mill were hectic and tense. Rylen was a seasoned employee and often took charge of shifts in order to complete the daily tasks. This was common happen stance since the owner of the mill was a bit of a drunk and often passed out cold in his office. Recently the owner had given his only son to Rylen to have him trained to eventually replace Rylen or take over his father's position. From the way the morning had gone it looked to be the latter.<br/><br/>The young man of merely nineteen had shown up late and then after the first break was no where to be found. Frustrated and now doing double the work load that he normally did Rylen took his aggression out on the lumber and machinery. He had felt the rage threaten to take over only once but quickly subdued the sensation and kept a level head in order to prevent discovery of his true nature.<br/><br/>It was as he powered down the machines for his lunch break that a shiver shot down his spine and every hair on his body stood on end as that sixth sense of his sent an alarm through his mind. Not every member of his pack could sense magic when it was used but Rylen could. His grandmother had been a witch and as her blood flowed through his veins it gave him an edge that others of his kind didn't have.<br/><br/>Though he could sense its presence he didn't know where it came from or its nature. All he knew was it was there. Stepping outside the warehouse of a building he took a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of freshly cut wood and gasoline. There was a hint of something new hanging among the smells that normally saturated the lumber yard. It seemed he would not be taking his usual lunch but instead be investigating this new phenomenon that had awoken his other worldly sense.<br/><br/>He exhaled his breath and reached into his pocket to fish out a set of keys to an old blue pickup that he had bought off of his current employer. It was parked just outside the warehouse and if his senses were correct he knew he'd need the four wheel drive in order to find what it was he was after. It wasn't a moment after he'd gotten in his vehicle that his phone, sitting on the dashboard, lit up and he flipped it open to see that he'd received a message that the pack was going out for a hunt and he was to join them as soon as possible.<br/><br/>It was odd, especially since his brother had never ordered a hunt in the middle of the day, the risk of being seen was far to great. Now he was torn between following his gut feeling or going to convince his brother from taking the pack out so recklessly. After a few moments of deliberation he quickly texted back "can't get out of work. See you after." And closed his phone before tossing it on the passenger seat and turning the key in the ignition to bring the truck roaring to life.<br/><br/>Putting the truck in gear he pulled away from the building and headed down a jeep trail that lead into the thick forest that surrounded the town he resided in. It was a very rough ride bit it hardly bothered him as his pale green eyes scanned the area around him for anything unusual.