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long way to seeing them through these situations. I supposed once me and my wolf meshed more it would come to me too. That didn’t help me right now though, in this very tense minute just before I had to spring into action.
Finally, I got a glimpse of the cabin. Daniel, no longer in a black suit as I’d always seen him before, stood there in worn-out, torn up jeans and a band t-shirt. His darker good looks came through more this way, made him more of the bad boy type most girls went for, thought rotten to the core, diseased even, was not a turn on. Still human though, like before, he stood there surrounded by his true werewolves already turned having heard the others coming. About a dozen of them poised, necks out flat, ears back, ready to pounce with their four paws on mounds of trash they’d created out of someone’s property. Tornadoes had nothing on these hooligans. There were even holes in the walls of the cabin, and not a single window or door had made it through the storm.
Daniel had a cocky grin on his face as Josh and his bait team approached. He had a glass bottle of some sort of amber liquid like whiskey in his hand. Even as he watched Josh and the others approach, the cocky son of a bitch took a swig before he threw the bottle down to shatter over his shoes. To be seeing so much of this so clear perplexed me, but I attempted to go with it, just be grateful for the added advantage. Being in a trance and aware of that fact unsettled me, but it all blended in with the rest of my nerves until my body seemed to buzz, my fur standing on end like someone had rubbed a giant balloon over me.
Even as a wolf I held my breath, waited for the next flash to come so I knew what was going on, and could eventually inform the others, who though I couldn’t see I still was very aware of their ever faithful presence beside me. While the plan had been for us to wait for a distress call from the Royal wolves, I liked better getting to see firsthand, to have some control over when I would rush through the woods. The first glimpse I’d gotten at Daniel along with the snarling wolves around him, and all four of my legs had tensed to take off at full speed ahead.
I waited though. Forced my body to stick to the plan. As before, I wouldn’t endanger anyone by being rash based on my emotions still being new to this world, in good times and bad. A brief image of Daniel fluttered in and out of my mind. The images I was getting were no longer coming in as clear as they had been just a moment ago. I tried not to question it, to stay in the moment, in the trance, keeping the connection with Josh despite the rising of fear like a tidal wave crashing through my body. The anger in Josh came through loud and clear until it churned up my own. His brawny fearlessness, his courage, and his need for blood gripped me, made my wolf pant, dripping drool onto my front paws.
If any part of me had not been tense, it was now, as I got the words Daniel spoke to Josh screeching through my mind.
“Well, Josh, isn’t it?” Daniel said. “I know who you are, the youngest of the Royal werewolves. So nice of you to join our party. We’d hoped you’d come. Let me be the first to welcome you, and to warn you that I do intend to have my revenge, not only on Lex and Christina, but on everyone they know, everyone they love. By the end of the night, you will all be dead but one, and her, I will finally have in my clutches.”
I shuddered at the voice, void of any emotions this time. Daniel had been a passionate speaker before, with touches of anger deepening his voice when I’d come in contact with him when he’d attacked me at my own apartment over seven months ago. Now, he had changed, become jaded by his anger maybe, until no emotions were there at all, making him ruthless and heartless. A deadly combination as we’d heard. Josh took a more offensive pose, ready to pounce, though I knew he would resist the urge to attack
Finally, I got a glimpse of the cabin. Daniel, no longer in a black suit as I’d always seen him before, stood there in worn-out, torn up jeans and a band t-shirt. His darker good looks came through more this way, made him more of the bad boy type most girls went for, thought rotten to the core, diseased even, was not a turn on. Still human though, like before, he stood there surrounded by his true werewolves already turned having heard the others coming. About a dozen of them poised, necks out flat, ears back, ready to pounce with their four paws on mounds of trash they’d created out of someone’s property. Tornadoes had nothing on these hooligans. There were even holes in the walls of the cabin, and not a single window or door had made it through the storm.
Daniel had a cocky grin on his face as Josh and his bait team approached. He had a glass bottle of some sort of amber liquid like whiskey in his hand. Even as he watched Josh and the others approach, the cocky son of a bitch took a swig before he threw the bottle down to shatter over his shoes. To be seeing so much of this so clear perplexed me, but I attempted to go with it, just be grateful for the added advantage. Being in a trance and aware of that fact unsettled me, but it all blended in with the rest of my nerves until my body seemed to buzz, my fur standing on end like someone had rubbed a giant balloon over me.
Even as a wolf I held my breath, waited for the next flash to come so I knew what was going on, and could eventually inform the others, who though I couldn’t see I still was very aware of their ever faithful presence beside me. While the plan had been for us to wait for a distress call from the Royal wolves, I liked better getting to see firsthand, to have some control over when I would rush through the woods. The first glimpse I’d gotten at Daniel along with the snarling wolves around him, and all four of my legs had tensed to take off at full speed ahead.
I waited though. Forced my body to stick to the plan. As before, I wouldn’t endanger anyone by being rash based on my emotions still being new to this world, in good times and bad. A brief image of Daniel fluttered in and out of my mind. The images I was getting were no longer coming in as clear as they had been just a moment ago. I tried not to question it, to stay in the moment, in the trance, keeping the connection with Josh despite the rising of fear like a tidal wave crashing through my body. The anger in Josh came through loud and clear until it churned up my own. His brawny fearlessness, his courage, and his need for blood gripped me, made my wolf pant, dripping drool onto my front paws.
If any part of me had not been tense, it was now, as I got the words Daniel spoke to Josh screeching through my mind.
“Well, Josh, isn’t it?” Daniel said. “I know who you are, the youngest of the Royal werewolves. So nice of you to join our party. We’d hoped you’d come. Let me be the first to welcome you, and to warn you that I do intend to have my revenge, not only on Lex and Christina, but on everyone they know, everyone they love. By the end of the night, you will all be dead but one, and her, I will finally have in my clutches.”
I shuddered at the voice, void of any emotions this time. Daniel had been a passionate speaker before, with touches of anger deepening his voice when I’d come in contact with him when he’d attacked me at my own apartment over seven months ago. Now, he had changed, become jaded by his anger maybe, until no emotions were there at all, making him ruthless and heartless. A deadly combination as we’d heard. Josh took a more offensive pose, ready to pounce, though I knew he would resist the urge to attack
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