Page 34 of Under A New Moon

"You can't."

"We will." Sol finished his glass, "We have all the support we need, and we could take control any moment we wanted. We are just waiting on Malcolm to give the word, which I figured would be any day now. He doesn't like to waste time, and neither do I."

"Rethink this, Sol. You can't honestly think this is the answer." Galen tried to make him rethink. There had to be a way. There was no way an alpha like him thought this was honestly the answer to their problems.

"No." Sol snarled the words, narrowing his eyes on Galen, "My mind is made up!"

The atmosphere shifted, and he slammed his glass down, storming over to Galen. "I am not a monster!" He reached forward, grabbing his hair and yanking him forward slightly, "You can go ahead and think so, but I'm not."

"If you do this, you will be." Galen growled out, "If you agree to this, you will be a murderer."

Sol leaned closer, narrowing his eyes, "When you watch the woman you love get shot, and then watch your daughter get dragged in the mud and thrown into a car and taken away only to be killed later, come talk to me." He growled, "Until then, Galen. You're nothing but a pup fresh out of your fucking mother's pussy."

Galen swung forward, knocking Sol and him into the desk. Sol threw his leg up, kicking Galen in the gut. Darla screamed as Galen tumbled. The guards quickly grabbed him.

Sol fixed his shirt, smoothing his hair. He adjusted his jaw, walking back towards the liquor cabinet.

Darla spoke up now, "You want to kill people because we killed your family?"

Sol looked at her, grabbing his glass. He filled it, downing it after a moment. He turned, looking at her, "An eye for an eye."

Galen pulled himself up, "You won't get away with this. You will lose support, and others will revolt against you."

Sol shook his head, "We are getting rid of the ones that don't agree. Starting with your father."

Galen felt his body freeze for a moment. He thought of his father, strong and sturdy. The man that cared for him as a child, and the man that pushed him to always be better. He gripped his hands into tight fists. "If you go anywhere near my family."

Sol tilted his head, "Or what? What are you going to do, Rogue?" Sol laughed, "I'll be happy to see your father die. He's been a pain in my ass since day one. It will be nice to get rid of him.

Galen felt his body heat up, and his bones started to snap. He began to shift, and his first task was ripping the limbs off Sol.

Twenty-Eight

Darla

Oh my god, he’s the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen! Now I know he’s an alpha.

Darla noticed the guard practically let go of her as Galen burst out of his clothes into a hybrid humanoid wolf form. He lunged for Sol with his pitch-black hands capped with razor-sharp claws, but Sol was fast and wily.

Sol just barely evaded a second swipe and hit a button on his desk which caused a bookcase behind him to open revealing a fireman-style pole.

“I’d love to stay and chat folks, but I have places to go, people to see, and wars to start.” Without another word, he slid down the pole and the bookcase sealed behind him.

Galen howled in rage and the three security guards on him, and the one on Darla drew firearms… after letting go of Darla. Even as they pulled their triggers, she deftly pushed up on the bottoms of two supporting hands with just enough pressure to force them to shoot into the ceiling.

Then she ducked because a mighty sweep of his right claw disarmed the four security thugs. Literally. Flesh and blood rip straight off the bones as the four men scream in agony and fall to the floor.

In a complete berserk rage, the great wolf jumped onto one of the guards and sank his toothy maw into the sides of his neck.

A shower of blood erupted as vital arteries were severed, sending a torrent of slick red fluid into the room. The man was dead before he hit the ground and Darla couldn’t help but think,lucky.

And comparatively, he was, because as the second guard turned his fear-drenched visage upon the rampaging beast before him, he knew his final moment had arrived. “Please, just,” whatever pleas for mercy he began forming, were cut short as Galen plunged his dagger-like fingers into the man’s gut.

His time for screams, pleas, or prayers had come to an end as Galen no doubt punctured the guard’s diaphragm and probably lungs. With the force of a freight train, the werewolf pulled his hands wide, through the guard, severing the man completely in half and spilling his contents with a sickening slush onto the ground.

Darla fought hard to hold her vomit back, but in the end, lost that battle. She wrenched so hard she thought she might dislodge an organ and she stumbled out of the room.

Not finished, the werewolf gripped the final two guards by the neck and brought their heads together with such force that blood and brain matter began spilling out of their dead skulls.

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