Book 2: Chapter 92
John
I got back to my mate listening intently to Gulteer, a man who I still didn’t know quite how to feel about…. But I sat next to her. I pulled her into my arms, because I could tell even without the bond that she needed me. She felt different, but I craved touching her skin….
“…and he roams as a beast, sometimes being caught. Though for those who attempt to cage a Beast, their lives are fed directly to his father.” He said summing up some story or another.
“Will his true power ever come out?” She asked, and he looked as if he were thinking.
“Possibly. Gods are a fickle lot, but one raised mortal has the potential to be either merciful or more a monster than the master. Only time will tell.” He said scratching his chin.
“Alpha, I came as fast as I could.” Said one of my Warriors catching his breath. “I don’t know why we couldn’t link you, but an armed humans are on the border!”
“Magic this old sometimes blocks communication.” Said Gulteer. “I will stay out of this if I can…. No need to attract attention of the church. My spells cannot be hidden.”
“So be it.” I said with a snarl.
I stood, while Heidi reached out to summon her broom. I didn’t know she still had energy left, but I felt that she was fine. It came to her, and she got on it, while Gulteer stayed at the campfire.
“I will not go, for if I do I will give into my desires. I do not wish to bring a wasp swarm to my granddaughter’s house.” He said adding a log that he summoned from thin air.
The fire flickered green and blue.
“But if they come to Me, then that is a different story, now isn’t it?” He smiled.
“I’m going. I said shifting, not caring that my clothes would be gone in the process. I had my mate, my pack, my family, and my family’s pack to protect.
He said nothing more to me, and if he did, I didn’t hear it. With the humans, I knew when I got there that it would be mayhem…. There was nothing I could do to make peace with people who only wanted war.
And war they made… I could hear gunshots as I got closer. There was counterfire with the few guns we had, but realistically that wasn’t how wolves did things… so we only had about 8 or 9 to their 20.
It seemed that the large group of humans only had a small unit come out to attempt to get revenge on us. They were unorganized and rash with only two cars as cover, but the weapons they had made the difference… there had to be at lease 50 warriors dead, their bodies laid across the ground, while there were more injured…. The silver they owned was deadlier than any regular bullet…
I snarled at them in my rage, but I tried keeping a calm head…. They killed my brothers, but should they kill me, there would be no one to lead my pack the way I wanted. My father would likely take them in, but what of my mate? She was a witch after all, and as they shot at her too, all I saw was read.
[John, keep a level head!] Father snarled, headbutting me into a tree. The impact of my fur on wood made me cough, but I needed that.
[Then what do we Do?] I snarled, using another large oak for cover. The trees here were massive and old.
[Link Heidi to throw fire at their trucks! There’s only two, and with out that we can thin them out.] he commented.
I did as I was told, because I could see why he’d asked me. Her eye were silver with her wolf, and she hurled fire at them erratically. She was hurt that they would kill so many for revenge they held no right to.
She screamed at them while riding her broom with no hands, holding them above her head. With a fireball that destroyed the first car, Rahrraam transformed from a rat to a demon as he fell, being in the center of the red blazing ball.
Whatever language he spoke, it had to be demonic, as his tattoos glowed red, and he got on his hands to kick the second car with his cloven hooves. The car slid, crushing a human against a tree before exploding, and they soon attracted their attention to him as he laughed.
He bled black blood, but each human he whipped pretty much exploded on impact… It made the Warriors hesitate before they charged to help him, as he began to cough.
[I’ll take the left, and you the right.] Said my father, who howled, and I joined him.
I nodded, looking for an opening between the rain of gunfire… and they were fairly decent shots, but if I was got, I would be done. Even a graze sent those around me to the infirmary, whether or not they were lethal.
The liquid nature of their shots even stained the trees, the grass, and the dirt as is whizzed past my face, but I did not stop. As one began to reload, I got his arm, filling my mouth with blood that tasted actually sweet.
It became dust in my mouth, but my wolf Wanted more. I still maintained control. I killed him as he screamed by biting his throat, and it too became dust in my mouth. I swiftly turned, barely dodging another bullet from another, and I saw red as I tore through him. I shook his spine until nothing was left to shake, tasting man meat for the first time in earnest….
I had to fight Terracotta now as much as I had to battle the humans around me…. I did not know they tasted like tenderloin…. I did not know that their meat was so soft….
-----Heidi-----
I could not contain my anger that the people who took me in, the wolves who even though they knew nothing of me… accepted me. Of course, there would be some resistance because wolves do not know of magic… but they defended me. This was where I belonged, no matter what the witches said… This was My home, and it was being taken away from me.
I’d finally really started to embrace myself for who I was, only for others to try and steal it from me.
[Mistress, Wield Me.] Squeaked Rahrraam in my pocket, but I would try it my way first.
“You’ll definitely die down there.” I said dodging a rainstorm of semi-automatic bullets.
[I will anyway if you get killed.] he said briefly sticking his head out my pocket.
I ignored him, making balls of fire the way Hellinia taught me. I would not summon the horns… not yet. I still had no real control over those abilities yet. I also couldn’t see in the dim light that was only provided by their van lights and flashes from their guns.
I kept missing, occasionally getting a human, but they only burned… Why was I hesitating to Do what Must be Done? I asked myself more than anything. They weren’t down there hesitating… I counted at least 45 bodies down there… I was allowing my adopted family to die when I could do something about it.
/Use my eyes. / said my wolf, and as I changed them to a wolf’s while casting magic. I’d not thought of doing that, but I felt whole… I could see my targets better, but I still was not using my full potential…
That was until I saw my mate. They were taking aim at him.
“Get the two tone one!” Shouted their leader.
“You will not take what is mine!” I snarled in demonic. I summoned my horns without issue… it was then that I realized what Gulteer spoke of. I was angry at myself…. Weakness.
I threw my familiar into battle as I should have in the beginning. He hurled his whip, cracking it with all his might, while I summoned the Flames of Hell. If any got caught now, only holy water would extinguish it.
“They have a Witch?!” Screamed one I locked eyes with, and I would be the last thing he saw. He shot at me as I swooped down him, but thankfully he missed. He ran out of ammunition, throwing the gun at me instead. He screamed, getting a friend with a white shirt on to toss him another rifle.
I arched up, dodging as best as I could, because my broom was wood. Any silver or holy water would catch it ablaze, but so far, they were all poor shots since the night was overcast, and there weren’t any spotlights or anything out here. Dodging trees was also an issue now that I was low to the ground, but I felt pulled to kill this person. I don’t know what he’d done, but whatever it was he probably deserved what I’d do to him.
Now with his courage, he shot at me again, but I would not let them continue to murder the wolves… I did not shift. I was also a witch, and with my power, I summoned more of the flames of Tartaron than I should have to kill one person. With my magic, the ball I hurled destroyed him to ash, and they shot at me, getting my broom.
The silver and holy water caught it on fire, but that did not stop me, because I made sure that while I was still airborne, I would get a few more. In a cone, the smaller rain of fire got some of their guns, but there was on in their group who spoke holy prayers.
He would have to be the primary target, as in my rush I didn’t notice that he was putting out the fires. He spoke in Latin, a language I had not learned yet, and while I hurled fire at him, the holy man extinguished them before they marred his skin.
“I came to slay the wolves… but Suffer not the Witch.” He said pointing at me. This man what is a white t-shit and jeans, though his white hair and golden aura did not match his young, almost angelic face…. He looked like he was no older than me, but his words sounded like they’d come from a seasoned clergyman….
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