Twin Moon - Chapter 289 - Guards in the Barn
Whiskey.
I gave Tobias and the angry woman a large birth and made my way back to the shed where they had been keeping the prisoner. The searching warriors were moving further away from the village, just as I had hoped they would. This should be a quick and relatively easy task. Not even Gunner and his little bitch Mate will get in the way of my mission. I climbed onto the same tyre, under the same window, and peered through the dirty glass once more. Gunner’s mother and father had left now, but the prisoner wasn’t left alone. One of the dirty wolves from Doyle’s pack was now joined by three people, probably members of Gunner’s pack. Though looking at the fowl glare and the dishevelled appearance of one of the humans, and the fact that he hung rather close to the wolf, I think it’s a safe assumption to guess he is one of Doyle’s. Taking down four measly animals is child’s play. I'm determined not to let that blue eyed bastard get away from me for a second time. Hopefully, I've gotten to him before he’s spilled the beans to Gunner’s mother.
I jumped down from the tyre and looked around. I couldn’t see anyone, but I could hear them. The searching wolves, far out into the forest. The soft murmuring from the voices inside. The natural sound of nature. I couldn’t pick up anything out of the ordinary, but that didn’t mean I could be less cautious, it just meant there was no imminent threat. Sticking to the side of the shed, I slid around the outside until I was right beside the open door. I focussed my hearing and listened to the voices from inside. Two of the men from Gunner’s pack were complaining about having to watch this guy instead of being on the half-breed detail. They just don’t know how lucky they are. They get to die first, quickly and quietly. Many of their friends will die much more painfully, I can say that for sure.
An evil smile spread across my face as I thought about my blade slicing through their flesh. I didn’t wait another second before I stepped through the large shed doors, the evil smirk still gracing my face. One of Gunner’s guards was the first to see me. He was smart enough to fear me, I could see it all over his face. He pulled a bat like tool from his belt and raised it in the air.
“Stay where you are” he said cautiously, alerting the others of my presence. The wolf snarled and growled and stalked in my direction. The other guard matched the first one's stance, eyeing me warily. The prisoner’s eyes bulged from inside his head as he dropped from his chair. The blanket that was around his shoulders fell to the dirt covered floor as he scurried back on his butt.
“Besomar” he whispered, his voice laced with fear and the knowing that his end was imminent.
“Put your hands up” the first guard yelled. I turned my gaze from the pathetic prisoner and sneered excitedly at the guard. His back seemed to straighten as his Adam's apple bobbed. I lifted my hands into the air and tilted my head ever so slightly to the side. My claws extended from the tips of my fingers as I flexed my hands, the sharp claws clicking together as I did. The other man, the one from Doyle’s pack, was shaking and grunting. His fear and rage were forcing the change on him. A chuckle burst from my lips at my witnessing his weakness. It was all he needed for the beast to take over from the human. He and the other raggedy wolf charged at me, their growls vibrating through the shed’s rickety wooden walls.
“NO!” one of Gunner’s guards yelled, but it was too late. I turned to the side to dodge the first wolf and bent my spine back to duck under the second one. The first wolf recovered quickly and came for my thigh. I kicked my leg up and jumped over its head, dragging my claws along its neck as I went. I landed on top of it, with my claws still embedded in the soft flesh at the side of its neck. It was still alive and struggling beneath my hold. The other wolf whirled on me and growled loudly as it took in my position on top of its friend. I smirked at the beast as it took a step forward. I grasped the inside of the beast's neck and reefed my arm back, taking a chunk of its flesh with me. Its death was instant, an unfortunate outcome.
“Stand down” one of Gunner’s guards yelled from off to the side. Though I don’t think he was ordering it from me, I believe he was telling the other wolf. Interesting, why would they not want to attack me after I killed one of their allies? Thankfully the mutt didn’t listen and charged in a furious rage. Stupid, he wasn’t paying attention. During my takedown of the first dog, I picked up a short steel pole from the floor next to the bench that we landed beside. The wolf ran straight for me, a wrangled battle howl pouring from between its exposed teeth. I stood my ground as it closed the distance between us. As it launched itself through the air to tackle me, I pulled the pole out from behind my back. The dog saw it, right before the dumb thing impaled itself through the chest, I saw the flicker of realisation pass over its eyes. I like watching that knowing look take hold of a person, or a beast. The last flicker of their life, a lifetime of memories passing through in just mere milliseconds. Then, death.
I crashed back into the dirt as the wolf landed on top of me, the pole jammed right through its heart. I lay listening as it expelled the last breath of air from its lungs before I pushed it off me. I slowly stood and turned to face the two remaining guards. They were still guarding the cowering blue-eyed wolf on the floor, blocking my access to him. I smirked and stepped toward them. The guard in front raised his weapon and growled.
“Stay back” he snarled with his teeth bared. The second guard moved himself to better protect the prisoner. A futile endeavour, but it’s sweet that he tried. I stepped forward again and the guard rumbled his warning.
“We don’t want to hurt you” he said as fiercely as he could, though it did nothing to scare or deter me. I want to play with this little dog a little. I took a step back and raised my hands in front of me.
“I don’t want to hurt you either” I said in my most innocent voice.
“That’s good. How about we get the Alpha out here and you two can chat? Does that sound?” the guard said with a much softer tone. I stepped back again and nodded my head slowly.
“Yes, please” I added with a weak smile. He was falling for it hook line and sinker. The dipshit behind him though was still glaring at me with furious eyes. The guard pointed to the corner of the shed and nodded his head,
“You have a sit down just there, I'll go fetch the Alpha, okay?” he said warily.
“Yes, okay” I whispered and dropped my eyes to the floor in an act of meekness. My small stature had always worked in favour of making me look unthreatening. Men usually fell for the trick. In my experience, a male could never see a female and consider her a threat. Especially if that female was smaller than him. Too bad for them and their closed-minded way of thinking.
I had walked back far enough now, and thankfully without them noticing my retreating. As soon as the first guard turned his head away to speak with the one behind him, I took my chance. I pulled the pole from the chest of the dead dog on the ground and launched it through the air like a spear. It was a perfect throw, hitting like a bullseye, slicing right through his lower abdomen. The guard gurgled and dropped to his knees. Not a kill shot I don’t think, unfortunately. The blue-eyed prisoner screamed and began to blubber as the other guard changed into his beast on the fly. The mutt, now covered in scruffy brown fur, flew toward me with his teeth bared. His paws hit the ground hard and in just two steps he was mere meters in front of me. He jumped with his claws out, aiming for my jugular. Just as he was about to connect, I bent my body back so that he flew right over the top of me. I gripped hold of his sides and flipped us both as we soared above the ground, making us land so that I was on top of him. I straddled his fluffy chest as we skidded along the dirt. Without waiting for the dumb dog to regain his balance, I let my own claws protrude through my fingers and sliced them mercilessly through the soft tissue of the wolf's neck. It yelped with a strangled cry and continued to struggle for a moment. I held my position on top of the creature, keeping its back planted on the ground and its front paws between my knees. I watched intently as the life drained from its eyes while its blood spilled onto the dirt around us.
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