had no idea what was happening, only a strong sense of unease settled around her, a desperation she needed to get back as quickly as possible. Why did no one answer her mental link?
Shifting into her wolf form, she began to run. She knew she was faster in this guise and her gut instincts told her she needed to get there as quickly as she could. She wanted to crawl into her papa’s lap and have Mama chastise Johann for his announcement earlier. Why weren’t her parents responding to her either? Why were they ignoring her mental calls? Was she maybe linking them incorrectly? Could werewolves send a message to the wrong head or get busy signals? She had never heard of such a thing but, then again, she really didn’t know for sure.
One more bend and she would be home. She shifted back to her natural human form; a coat wrapped tightly around her body as soon as she was able to materialize clothes on her otherwise naked figure.
She rounded the corner and came to a dead stop. She blinked, unsure she was actually seeing reality. The snow in the road was blood red as bodies were strewn about. Intermingled with the still figures of her young nieces and nephews were the bodies of wolves, their throats cut or their guts torn out and laid next to their bodies in a bloody pile matted with their fur. She was sickened and shocked by the sight. Tears streamed down her face as she ran, continuing to look for other members of her family. Surely they would be safe. It was important they were okay. They were her parents and her brothers. They just had to be alright.
She burst into the house; her brothers, more nephews and nieces, slaughtered, the floorboards forever stained with their sanguine liquid. She screamed in horror and in agony. Hearing some scuffling and other noises, she ran towards the sound which led her to the back yard. Once there, she saw her brothers Johann and Sebastian fighting five wolves. She stared in horror as the wolves took down Sebastian, tearing him to shreds with their teeth and claws, and he soon lay unmoving at Johann’s feet.
Johann saw her and she heard his desperate plea in her head. ‘Take my bike and run away. Never come back. Run and live!’
Wasting no more time, she ran to the shed where the motorcycle was kept. Just before she turned away from the grisly scene, she noticed Johann give her a very subtle nod, spin and run in the opposite direction. Johann knew full well the wolves would chase him and hopefully not notice her attempted bolt for freedom.
Johann swung at the wolves who were attacking him, trying desperately to keep them occupied so Clarissa could escape. She backed up slowly, wanting to flee the nightmare and not gain their attackers’ attentions, but it was too late. One of the wolves smelled her fear on the wind and turned towards her direction. Snarling, his fangs dripping with saliva and blood, he charged at her. She skidded slightly and then ran as fast as her feet would carry her.
Clarissa entered the shed where there was a brand new red Ducati, which her brother Johann had brought home a week prior. He had taken her for a ride just days before and showed her how to drive it. Johann had held her while she tried to maintain balance and encouraged her to keep trying until she was successful.
She ran to the parked motorcycle but felt the heavy paws of a wolf pouncing on her back, pushing her forward as her face quickly met the floor of the building. The wolf’s fangs sank into her shoulder. She felt the sinewy muscles and tissue being torn as she screamed and kicked, tears overflowing down her already dampened cheeks. Her hands reached out, trying to find anything to dislodge him off of her. She found a crowbar and her fingers stretched and tried to roll it towards her for a better grip. It was just out of reach and kept rolling back slightly. Finally, after several attempts, she was able to grasp it. Getting a good hold on the crowbar, she twisted at her waist and whacked the
Shifting into her wolf form, she began to run. She knew she was faster in this guise and her gut instincts told her she needed to get there as quickly as she could. She wanted to crawl into her papa’s lap and have Mama chastise Johann for his announcement earlier. Why weren’t her parents responding to her either? Why were they ignoring her mental calls? Was she maybe linking them incorrectly? Could werewolves send a message to the wrong head or get busy signals? She had never heard of such a thing but, then again, she really didn’t know for sure.
One more bend and she would be home. She shifted back to her natural human form; a coat wrapped tightly around her body as soon as she was able to materialize clothes on her otherwise naked figure.
She rounded the corner and came to a dead stop. She blinked, unsure she was actually seeing reality. The snow in the road was blood red as bodies were strewn about. Intermingled with the still figures of her young nieces and nephews were the bodies of wolves, their throats cut or their guts torn out and laid next to their bodies in a bloody pile matted with their fur. She was sickened and shocked by the sight. Tears streamed down her face as she ran, continuing to look for other members of her family. Surely they would be safe. It was important they were okay. They were her parents and her brothers. They just had to be alright.
She burst into the house; her brothers, more nephews and nieces, slaughtered, the floorboards forever stained with their sanguine liquid. She screamed in horror and in agony. Hearing some scuffling and other noises, she ran towards the sound which led her to the back yard. Once there, she saw her brothers Johann and Sebastian fighting five wolves. She stared in horror as the wolves took down Sebastian, tearing him to shreds with their teeth and claws, and he soon lay unmoving at Johann’s feet.
Johann saw her and she heard his desperate plea in her head. ‘Take my bike and run away. Never come back. Run and live!’
Wasting no more time, she ran to the shed where the motorcycle was kept. Just before she turned away from the grisly scene, she noticed Johann give her a very subtle nod, spin and run in the opposite direction. Johann knew full well the wolves would chase him and hopefully not notice her attempted bolt for freedom.
Johann swung at the wolves who were attacking him, trying desperately to keep them occupied so Clarissa could escape. She backed up slowly, wanting to flee the nightmare and not gain their attackers’ attentions, but it was too late. One of the wolves smelled her fear on the wind and turned towards her direction. Snarling, his fangs dripping with saliva and blood, he charged at her. She skidded slightly and then ran as fast as her feet would carry her.
Clarissa entered the shed where there was a brand new red Ducati, which her brother Johann had brought home a week prior. He had taken her for a ride just days before and showed her how to drive it. Johann had held her while she tried to maintain balance and encouraged her to keep trying until she was successful.
She ran to the parked motorcycle but felt the heavy paws of a wolf pouncing on her back, pushing her forward as her face quickly met the floor of the building. The wolf’s fangs sank into her shoulder. She felt the sinewy muscles and tissue being torn as she screamed and kicked, tears overflowing down her already dampened cheeks. Her hands reached out, trying to find anything to dislodge him off of her. She found a crowbar and her fingers stretched and tried to roll it towards her for a better grip. It was just out of reach and kept rolling back slightly. Finally, after several attempts, she was able to grasp it. Getting a good hold on the crowbar, she twisted at her waist and whacked the
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