The Boy and His Wolf Read Free

brain screamed.
    On my hands and knees I reached for my best friend as the tan wolf sank his teeth around the handle.
    “ Scratch that and you die.” The words flew from my lips. A death curse. A promise.
    The wolf, signing his own death certificate, whipped his head to the side and flung my gun some yards away. My fingers dug into the dry earth, holding me back from jumping at the wolf.
    The wolves stood together now. Manifestations of night and day. Whoever they were, they had known I was coming back to Amber Pines. Why me though? Was I just that lucky to receive a welcome committee the moment I stepped foot in town or did someone have it out for me? Marco and my father were the only ones who knew I was coming back and I trusted both men with my life.
    I pushed the thoughts aside because this was survival of the fittest. This was life or death. I didn’t have my gun and while my body was as deadly a weapon as any, I wasn’t sure how far it would go against two supernatural wolves.
    Their snarls sank bone deep. Spit flew from their lips and the air was damp with the rank smell of murder.
    “ Let’s do this, assholes,” I told them, tone even. They were on my property. At my home. They were dead already.
    They roared in unison and sprang forward. My brain compartmentalized the scenario instantly. The tan wolf, leaning towards the right, would come at me from my left. I could see his trajectory. The black wolf was even footed and would hit me straight on. Classic tag-team move, similar to when the Maero twins tried to gut me two months ago at Santa Monica Pier. The difference, of course, was having my banshee sword with me. Now it was just me and my finely honed muscles.
    The thumping of the wolves’ feet seemed to match the mach speed of my heart. The black wolf would reach me first and so I set my sights on him. Get to his left and he’ll be a barrier between the tan wolf and I.
    What happened next was completely and utterly unexpected. From the corner of my eye another wolf leaped from the roof and came down like lightning sent from Zeus. The lone wolf smashed into the tan wolf with a repulsive crunch and with an effortless flick, snapped his neck. The black wolf, either unaware or uncaring, still leapt for me.
    With its neck turned to the right, I could easily put my entire body weight under my left shoulder. The wolf still flew into me, but the upward force of my shoulder kept his jaw from tearing out my trachea. I was on my back, hands buried in the black hole of his fur, straining to keep the beast at a distance.
    I was aware that I was screaming and before my human strength gave out the wolf was ripped off of me. The gray wolf, my savior, now engaged in a battle only wolves could fight. Teeth tearing, howls loud enough to strike fear into any mortal soul, and fur literally flying. Forcing the last of my adrenaline to sear through my veins, I ran towards where my gun had been thrown. My hand grabbed the cold steel and I whirled back to the tangled mess of the wolves, still fighting strong, and took aim. I narrowed my eyes and waited for when they separated. First chance I got and I was putting that wolf down.
    Sweat dripped into my eyes and I was panting. Come on, come on, I silently cried. The black wolf gained the upper hand when the gray wolf attempted to bite his back leg. In the moment it took the gray wolf to reach around the black wolf sank his fangs into his shoulder.
    I fired the gun twice and two bullets shot like meteors into the ground just feet away from them. The wolves broke apart for a moment and it was the opening I needed to take aim at the black wolf. His eyes narrowed and he kicked off in the opposite direction, flying around the side of the house.
    The gray wolf started off after him and I screamed, “No.”
    He turned towards me and huffed out a protest in what sounded like a Harley starting up. My scar instantly ignited and I winced from the pain, grabbing at the searing flesh. Blood