Page 28 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
I continued toward the woods when everything lit up like the Fourth of July. They used very powerful handheld halogen spotlights. Three of them made night turn into day.
"That's far enough. Turn around slowly. Interlace your fingers behind your head and get down on your knees. There's no place you can go. Give up," Detective Coleman ordered.
The transformation wasn't going to stop under the threat of prosecution.
The time had come to let the wolf do what it did naturally. Taking a backseat was a strange feeling.
The wolf took over.
We dropped to our knees and kicked up a hail of small rocks with our back feet. It wasn't bullets in the conventional sense, but it certainly did send the right message.
The wolf made them take cover behind the vehicles. Those few seconds were priceless.
They resumed shooting, but we were already within the trees. A few pieces of bark stripped from nearby trees came as a result of those thinking they could still get a lucky shot.
A small graze on our left ear annoyed me.
I thought we were in the clear, but Detective Coleman had other ideas.
"I want the three of you to come with me. Bring your flashlights. He can't have gotten far on foot. We will conduct a grid-to-grid search. Get those dogs over here," he instructed.
He had called ahead for the bloodhounds. It was good to think three steps ahead of an opponent. They were biting off more than they could chew.
The dogs were no match for two wolves on the prowl. It was pretty crafty of him to come prepared. It made him a worthy adversary. It didn't matter he had a personal vendetta against me. He took off the kid gloves and now played by his own rules.
I sensed Luke nearby. He no longer expressed himself with an educated tongue. He had turned into something with a primal need to hunt. He was now relegated to looking through the eyes of the beast.
God knows we tried to look away, but we were compelled by an unseen force within us to watch everything, including a fresh kill.
The dogs barking at my heel made the wolf hungry for blood. My unspoken words conveyed the importance of discretion.
A familiar scent penetrated my old factory senses. A vulnerable deer moved quickly but not so quietly. The wolf advanced even when we were becoming the hunted. It didn't seem concerned about the humans and their mongrels nipping at our heels.
A flash of light streamed through the trees. Dogs sniffing the air would undoubtedly track us to our location. They were not going to like what they found.
The confusion would be short-lived. Those dogs would be ripped apart. They would chalk it up to wild animals since they didn't know what they were dealing with.
The wolf stalked its victim until we were in striking distance. We stayed completely quiet with our eyes accustomed to the dark and our ears tuned in to everything around us.
We moved in for the kill when there was suddenly a scream coming from the right.
I somehow made the wolf abandon his kill and forced it to follow me. Only an alpha could do that under extreme circumstances.
Luke and the wolf inside would not be deterred.
The growling assured me we were not alone. Something else had decided to make an example out of those tracking us.
The unfortunate victim screamed for almost a full minute. He whimpered in a squeal of protest. The silence following disturbed me. There was no fight left with the victor offered the spoils.
I got closer but had to fight the wolf for control every step of the way.
My whole body shook.
My teeth bared and my head pounded with the rhythm of a drum. The sharpened claws dug deeply into the soft earth.
I came out into a clearing to see a grizzly vision in red.
Detective Coleman no longer posed an obstacle. Pieces of him littered the ground. His arms and legs were no longer attached. His head had been severed from the rest of the body. A trail of intestines stretched across the ground.
