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seems there has been quite some mischief going on here.”
Mischief? What the hell was he talking about? Did he think he could confuse him? Well it wasn't going to work. He was going to kill the wolf, just like the last one, and before he let it die, he was going to force him to tell him where his girl was.
“Just tell me where you hid her, Assassin, and maybe things won't go so badly for you.”
“You are sadly mistaken, Whelp. The only thing I'm here for is revenge for what you did to my nephew. This is a matter of honor, no one else is involved.”
No, that couldn’t be true. He had to be the one. Otherwise that only left one other choice...Jenn.
“You better not be lying to me, Mongrel.” Brian pulled out his knife. It didn't seem to be very impressive at the moment, but he knew it was made out of one of the few substances that were deadly to the werewolf. Garn bared his fangs as he got sight of the weapon.
“What do you expect that pin prick to do for you, Vampire?” Garn crouched down onto all fours, snarling as he began to try and circle Brian.
“I used something much smaller to kill your nephew with, and he yelped like a pup when I did.” Brian grinned at the werewolf and popped his own fangs out as he began to circle as well.
Garn snapped at him but didn't lunge as he spoke the words. Even on all fours, the wolf was huge. Larger than the other one had been. He began to wonder what his chances really were against this monster. No, he had to get rid of that defeatist attitude. Heather depended on him winning. No matter what, he had to win. The real problem was in disabling this beast, rather than killing it. He had to find out what he had done with her.
“Garn, tell me what you did with her.”
“Did with who? “
“Heather. You took her to flush me out. Where is she?”
“I told you, Boy. I did nothing to anyone.” Garn lunged at an impossibly fast speed toward Brian; his jaws held wide open as he aimed for Brian’s throat. Brian was sure the move had killed plenty of humans before in the past, but he wasn't quite human, which was a thing the wolf seemed to be forgetting.
Brian twisted almost too late out of the thing's path, and drew blood from its left shoulder as it passed by. The fetid smell of its breath filled his nose as it roared from the sting of Brian’s knife.
“Hurts, doesn't it?” Brian taunted. “You're about to feel more for taking my Heather from me.”
The wolf's eyes bulged red in their sockets as saliva poured from the corners of its mouth. “I told you before, I don't know what you’re talking about. I'm here for you, and no one else. I have defied the rules of my pack to do this. For the honor of my line I do this.”
A sickening feeling was starting to creep into Brian’s gut. What if he was telling the truth? What if he didn't take Heather? If that was true, then this was all a waste of time. In fact, he was risking his life and Heather's needlessly. If he died here, then who would find Heather?
Brian could see the great beasts muscles tighten; it was obvious the old wolf was about to spring again. If he continued to telegraph his moves like that, this wasn't going to be that tough of a battle. Unless he somehow got a hold of Brian. Still, none of it was necessary. He needed to end this now, and figure out what had happened to Heather.
“This isn't necessary, Garn. If you didn't take Heather, then I need to find out who did.” The two of them began to circle each other again “Garn, listen to me. A girl's life depends on me finding her.”
“What does that matter to me, to my pack? My debt is with you, no one else.”
“What about honor, Garn? Isn't that important? I'm honor-bound to find and protect this girl. If you kill me then what of my debt? Will it fall to you? A debt of honor must always be filled by someone even if it is not the one who accepted it.”
“It
Mischief? What the hell was he talking about? Did he think he could confuse him? Well it wasn't going to work. He was going to kill the wolf, just like the last one, and before he let it die, he was going to force him to tell him where his girl was.
“Just tell me where you hid her, Assassin, and maybe things won't go so badly for you.”
“You are sadly mistaken, Whelp. The only thing I'm here for is revenge for what you did to my nephew. This is a matter of honor, no one else is involved.”
No, that couldn’t be true. He had to be the one. Otherwise that only left one other choice...Jenn.
“You better not be lying to me, Mongrel.” Brian pulled out his knife. It didn't seem to be very impressive at the moment, but he knew it was made out of one of the few substances that were deadly to the werewolf. Garn bared his fangs as he got sight of the weapon.
“What do you expect that pin prick to do for you, Vampire?” Garn crouched down onto all fours, snarling as he began to try and circle Brian.
“I used something much smaller to kill your nephew with, and he yelped like a pup when I did.” Brian grinned at the werewolf and popped his own fangs out as he began to circle as well.
Garn snapped at him but didn't lunge as he spoke the words. Even on all fours, the wolf was huge. Larger than the other one had been. He began to wonder what his chances really were against this monster. No, he had to get rid of that defeatist attitude. Heather depended on him winning. No matter what, he had to win. The real problem was in disabling this beast, rather than killing it. He had to find out what he had done with her.
“Garn, tell me what you did with her.”
“Did with who? “
“Heather. You took her to flush me out. Where is she?”
“I told you, Boy. I did nothing to anyone.” Garn lunged at an impossibly fast speed toward Brian; his jaws held wide open as he aimed for Brian’s throat. Brian was sure the move had killed plenty of humans before in the past, but he wasn't quite human, which was a thing the wolf seemed to be forgetting.
Brian twisted almost too late out of the thing's path, and drew blood from its left shoulder as it passed by. The fetid smell of its breath filled his nose as it roared from the sting of Brian’s knife.
“Hurts, doesn't it?” Brian taunted. “You're about to feel more for taking my Heather from me.”
The wolf's eyes bulged red in their sockets as saliva poured from the corners of its mouth. “I told you before, I don't know what you’re talking about. I'm here for you, and no one else. I have defied the rules of my pack to do this. For the honor of my line I do this.”
A sickening feeling was starting to creep into Brian’s gut. What if he was telling the truth? What if he didn't take Heather? If that was true, then this was all a waste of time. In fact, he was risking his life and Heather's needlessly. If he died here, then who would find Heather?
Brian could see the great beasts muscles tighten; it was obvious the old wolf was about to spring again. If he continued to telegraph his moves like that, this wasn't going to be that tough of a battle. Unless he somehow got a hold of Brian. Still, none of it was necessary. He needed to end this now, and figure out what had happened to Heather.
“This isn't necessary, Garn. If you didn't take Heather, then I need to find out who did.” The two of them began to circle each other again “Garn, listen to me. A girl's life depends on me finding her.”
“What does that matter to me, to my pack? My debt is with you, no one else.”
“What about honor, Garn? Isn't that important? I'm honor-bound to find and protect this girl. If you kill me then what of my debt? Will it fall to you? A debt of honor must always be filled by someone even if it is not the one who accepted it.”
“It
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