Tales of the Wolf: Book 01 - The Coming of the Wolf Read Free

and true before burying itself deep into the chest of her airborne enemy.
    All of a sudden there were arms all around her trying their best to restrain her. As one set clamped down on her arm, Tatianna pointed toward the attacker’s arm and spoke in a soft, yet distinct voice. “ Electra !” 
    Her attackers leapt back in horror as blue-white sparks jumped from her outstretched hand, shocking anyone that was close. Twisting and scrambling through the grasping paws, she was almost free when suddenly the world went black as a huge hairy fist connected to her temple. Struggling to regain consciousness, she felt herself falling in and out of the blackness.
    A black, hairy, half-wolf face leaned down over top of her. “I warned you bitch. I warned you not to make us come in after you. Now, we’ll have to teach you a lesson before you die.”
    The last thing Tatianna remembered was feeling her clothes ripped off and the large black beast still in his hybrid form, mount her and steal her virginity. Thankfully, the soothing darkness of unconsciousness carried her away.
    One after another, the werewolves took their turn with her. When they were through, Tatianna lay bleeding and battered on the altar. Grabbing a handful of her long blood soaked hair Blackfang lifted her up by it until she hung at his eye level. Slapping her roughly, she groaned but didn’t wake up.
    Raking his claws across her right cheek, he left deep scratches and laughed as the pain jolted Tatianna back to consciousness. Grabbing her by the throat with his clawed hand, Blackfang spoke into her ear.
    “Give my regards to Luna if you see her. If she is not in the realm of the dead yet, she’ll be there shortly! There is a new goddess on Terreth and she only rewards the strong. You and your kind are part of the past. I am the future.” 
    Summoning up the last of her strength, Tatianna spit in his face and said, “Go to hell!”
    Blackfang began to squeeze. “Probably… but you and your kind will be there first.” 
    Just as the darkness was beginning to overtake her again, a low growl was heard from behind. Everyone, including Blackfang, froze as a huge snow-white wolf stepped between the pillars of the shrine.

Chapter 2
    Run!
    That was the one thought that drove the fur covered hunter through the forest. Forcing his way through bushes and shrubs, leaping over rocks and roots, the hunter moved with the long steady strides of a wolf.
    Run! The chase was on.
    A cold gust of wind blew through the forest causing the trees to sway. A heavy layer of pine needles covered the forest floor while the early autumn snow drifted through the evergreen canopy overhead. A noise to the hunter’s right confirmed that his partner was also on the prey’s trail.
    Run!
    Without pausing, the hunter noted tuffs of pine needles turned up where his prey had bolted through the clearing and plowed through the bushes. It was tiring. No longer was the chase about skill and wit, now it was about endurance and the beast’s strength was almost gone. The hunter could tell that from its tracks.
    Run!
    Leaping over a small bush, the hunter caught a glimpse of his prey at the top of the ridge. Moving slowly toward a small opening in some rocks, its bloodied flanks heaving with exhaustion was the boar.
    The hunter notched a goose feathered arrow to his horned bow, dropped quickly to one knee and let fly the deadly projectile. Thinking it was safe the wounded boar had slowed its flight before entering its den. Unfortunately, it never had a chance as the arrow punctured its lung and dropped it to the ground.  
    The bushes parted to the hunter’s right and a dwarf with a long mustache and beard moved into sight. He was completely bald and his facial hair was more silver than black. Dressed in brown leathers and carrying a crossbow, he was breathing heavily. The dwarf glanced up the ridge. “Did ya get ‘em?”
    Unstringing his bow with the casual ease of long practice, the hunter looked