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#Chapter 75: Ambushed at the Malkeye Camp
There are several bangs coming from the front of the house “Rita?” I cry out before throwing my hand over my
mouth.
I hear the noise again, a violent Bang! Bang! Bang! on the front door.
Then, a crash. It makes me jump, and all I can think is “Oh no… They’re here!”
I jump off the bed and rush to my door to lock it, bracing a chair up against it. I know this won’t stop a werewolf, but if I’m lucky, that’s not what’s out there.
Rita proves my instinct right when she pushes her way in, almost breaking the door in the process. She puts her finger up to her lips, apparently not realizing she doesn’t have to worry about me being quiet.
She locks my door behind her, and I begin backing away toward the bed. As cross the room, I also become aware of our vulnerability due to the window.
Thank God I closed it earlier!
I peek through the curtains. All I see outside is darkness. When did it get dark out? I pull the curtains shut tight and back away to the center of the room, kneeling down in case someone–or something–out there can see my shadow.
I don’t know where the safest place to be is. There’s no closet and I feel exposed.
Then I hear them. Something knocking around down the hall, then through the kitchen.
Rita, who is standing by the door, points to the bed and I shimmy under it, making sure my body is completely obscured from view. Rita, however, doesn’t join me. She’s manning the door, waiting for whatever is going to ⚫ attempt entry.
The noise gets closer, closer, and I’m terrified. Even though I can hear the beat of my own heart, I become severely conscious of my breathing and how loud it is.
I peek toward the doorway. All I can see of Rita is her feet, which are now turning into paws. Holy shit!
The erratic sounds, like something large knocking things over, make their way down the hall, closer and closer to my room.
Then the pounding on my door begins. It’s so loud I fear whoever–or whatever–is on the other side is going to break right through.
I don’t know what to do. Rita nudges the bed, pushing it slightly farther from the door. I don’t know what she’s doing, and it’s frustrating.
I crawl out from under the bed as the banging becomes more intense. Rita, who is bracing her big hairy body against the door, looks toward the window, and I think she means for me to go out. I point to it, and she nods.
But alone? Or will she be right behind me? It’s not like I can ask her. But what if there are more rogues out there? With my luck, I would walk right out into a pack of them.
Then again, I’m trapped in this room with one. Friendly or not, she’s terrifying. Not to mention the one outside that wants to devour me like grandma in Little Red Riding Hood.
I simply don’t have time to debate. With the blood pounding in my ears and a cold sweat breaking out on my skin, I take the plunge, so to speak.
At first, the window won’t budge. I put all my bodyweight behind my efforts, but I can’t get the window to lift…
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and I had it open earlier!
I grab the chair Rita knocked across the room when she broke in and shove it in front of the window. I climb on to it to gain more traction and am finally able to get the window to move.
The window squeaks as I open it. I think I squeal with it when I hear the thing outside my door huff. It sounds like a beast, and now there is no doubt: It is definitely another werewolf.
With newfound urgency, I shove the window open the rest of the way and climb out. It isn’t easy because I’m not very athletic, but I manage to pull myself up and slide out legs first, hitting the ground with a thud.
It’s dark outside and my human eyes can’t make out any shapes. But I also don’t hear anything. At least not out here.
I do hear a crash from inside and see a werewolf break through the back door with the fury of hell behind it. The way the light from inside the house plays eerily across its fur is unsettling, and if I were any older the sight would have made my heart stop.
I freeze when I see it dart toward me. I close my eyes once it reaches me, but instead of attacking, it scoops me up on its back.
This must be Rita. Thank God!
I try to wrap my arms around her upper body, but she’s too broad for me to reach around. I lean back up and dig my fingers into her fur. She growls but doesn’t slow. If anything, it forces her to pick up speed.
We’re able to get away from the house. Instead of running into the woods, Rita makes a beeline back into town, the beast on our trail. We have a good start, but it’s bigger and seemingly faster.
Its mouth is hanging open like a dog chasing after a ball, ready to grab it mid–air. But its teeth are large and pointed, and it looks like it’s smiling. This bastard must be enjoying this!
As we approach the center of town, where the road is well lit, other werewolves converge upon us. I don’t know if they’re friendly or not, and I’m afraid we’re being overrun by the same rogue pack Alex and Ryan went in search of.
My heart begins beating erratically and I can’t breathe. I turn to see our attacker right behind us. I don’t know if it’s the one from the house, but I think it might be. It is quickly gaining on Rita’s heels, and I can’t take my eyes off it for fear it will overtake us.
Rita suddenly turns left, kicking up dirt at the beast behind us. It is so close now, and it is huge! The biggest I think I have seen yet.
But Rita continues going left and I’m unable to hold on for such a tight turn. I start slipping and screaming, an the beast is closing in on, its breath hot, but unable to get close enough to grab me because it didn’t expect such a sharp turn.
Neither did I.
Ryan may be bigger, but I’m slyer. We meet in the air during the initial contact, and I bite low, dropping my head so Ryan can’t get a sufficient grip with his teeth. It works. But once we land on all fours, Ryan is already snapping at the side of my neck. If he is able to get his sharp teeth in, they might crush my esophagus.
I drop my head low again, this time swinging to my left and hoping Ryan’s not fast enough to catch up. Pulling back, I clasp my teeth around Ryan’s ankle and don’t let go.
Ryan yelps and swats at me with his front left paw but doesn’t connect.
You can’t save yourself, Ryan says though a growl.
#Chapter 75: Ambushed at the Malkeye Camp
I let go and we circle each other.
What did you do? I ask.
What I had to. My brother was a shitty leader, but by law, he was the successor.
I can’t believe it…
Why? He was weak. All I needed was a little outside help to get the ball rolling…
You’re sick!
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No–Michael is sick. I gave him the same Wolfsbane I gave my brother. But this time, I didn’t handle it personally, so it got botched up before I could finish the job.
What about the rogues? What part do they play in your grand scheme?
They’re my private army, so to speak. They will die to get me what I want. In fact, some already have.
Suddenly, I sense Cynthia. Something is attacking her, and she’s terrified. But what is it?
Around! We’re turning around! And just as we do, two of the other werewolves are on top of the one behind us, biting into its haunches and dragging it down.
My hands are sore from holding on so tight, and this gives me a chance to let go. As I roll to the right, two more werewolves pounce into the pile, gnashing at the intruder.
It’s now that I realize Rita was leading the rogue further into base to expose it. The others could smell the outsider and came to our rescue.
I sit on my rump, my body sore from the tumble, unable to move as I watch the attack with horror. Still, better him than me.
Rita saunters up and sits beside me in wolf form. She’s gasping for air, and I wonder how fast we must have been going because she’s in great shape.
“Thank you…again,” I say, wanting to pet her but not daring.
She looks at me then returns her attention to the frenzy in front of us.
