Willing Sacrifice

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Author: Cree Walker
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wolf and halted just inside the barrier of warmth that visibly swirled out the door and mixed with the cold wet air. I left it open in case I had to make a quick escape as I stepped inside. I had been on the red list of the Council of Elders since I had shown up on Jack’s arm over two and a half years earlier, and since I didn’t have either a pack or Jack to hide behind any longer it didn’t seem like that long of a stretch for them to send an assassin to make sure I stayed away. Of course it didn’t make a whole lot of sense, since Jack and I had accomplished our goal of integrating the bitten wolves into a Born pack.
     
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    “There was a key over the door; you’re going to pay for breaking that handle.” I said to the empty room. I waited: listening, but the strange wolf was apparently already gone. From the smell of things he hadn’t been gone very long. He probably heard me coming. Real panic gripped my heart at the thought of being hunted by another predator: one they don’t make magic medallions for.
    I scented the air again before I made a nervous dash for the rifle I had hidden beneath the couch. After my Challenge with Glen Winterwood, I had absolutely no illusions as to my own abilities against a full-grown male werewolf and I could still feel the strength of this one’s presence.
    I stood holding the weapon for a moment and briefly considered my options before self preservation prevailed and I decided to go on the offense. I sprinted out the door and maintained that pace as I followed his larger tracks. I had an advantage he didn’t, he was breaking trail in the heavy melting snow and at a run I could match his long stride.
    My hunt was cut short though, as I reached a muddy logging road. There had been a parked vehicle here, but only his water-filled tire tracks remained.
    After a minute of listening to the sound of my heart racing, I turned back and headed for my cabin.
    I stepped inside the open door still gripping the rifle at my side.
    “I’m not here to hurt you, Sugar.” He announced casually.
    I raised the gun and without preempt pulled the trigger.
    Click.
    Instantly I considered my options. There was very little to talk about after attempted murder, the gun may be empty now but I hadn’t left it that way. Werewolves can die from a gunshot just as well as anyone else, and the gun I was using could easily take down a full-grown bull moose with one good shot. But only when it was loaded.
    He chuckled and it rumbled in his deep chest. Slowly he held up one of the long caliber bullets he had taken from the gun.
    I jumped a little at the sound of his boots scraping against the dirty floor as he took a step closer. Then from out of the shadows beneath the storage loft, walked a large male werewolf. He held his hands out at his sides to show he held no weapons. I knew better, his hands were the weapons. He was big, at least as big as Jack had been: tall with wide shoulders. He was a stranger to me and after the night I had had, I wasn't sure my heart could handle the stress of it. On one hand, it was nice to see another wolf after my exile, but on the other hand, what the hell did he want with me?
    "Close the door." He instructed.
    I shook my head.
    "If I wanted you dead you already would be." His nose flared and he cocked his head to the side as if my smell told him something about me he couldn’t see clearly. This told me he was a Born wolf. Though bitten wolves have keen senses they aren’t born knowing how to use them properly and often just ignored them.
    "Don't be so dramatic." I rolled my eyes and casually walked farther into the room. Wolves have an instinct for finding weaknesses and picking them out of a herd; the best I could do was try to act confident. "So what do you want?"
    He shrugged massive shoulders and leaned against the window frame near the wood stove, giving me plenty of room to move around or leave if I chose.
    "Nice gun." He indicated the weapon

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