Chapter Twenty-Four: The Big Bad Wolves
White
fear flooded through her insides. She
might be fast enough to escape but then Tom would be doomed. She frantically glanced around for her lost
weapon. Wild dogs could smell fear and
she wouldn’t give these beasts that satisfaction.
Ignoring
her stark terror, Annabelle stood straight and defiant. “All right, then. I know you can talk. Tell me, where’s my friend and brother?”
The
large black werewolf smiled an evil toothy grin. “Child, you’re in no position to make demands
from us.”
“I’ll
be the judge of that, you smelly dog.”
She said it forcefully, bearing her small fangs and glaring at their
amber eyes. “Now tell me, where is my
brother?”
The
two werewolves gave an ugly laugh as they circled her. The red one growled and then said, “Let me
repay her for her scratches, Isaac.
She’s just a pup. I could kill
her easy.”
“No
Cam,” Isaac barked back. “The Master
wants her in one piece. Now, little
girl, it’s time to give up.”
“To
mangy flea-ridden dogs like you? No
thank you. I have better things to do,
like finding my big brother. Isn’t there
a bone you can bury?”
Isaac’s
toothy snout somehow sneered. “We’ll play with your pet human’s bones after we
chew on you a bit. As for your brother
and that other tasty human you play with, Fenroth has them. He’ll take Roland to the Master, like we plan
to do with you. The human child will
simply become food.”
Isaac
was seven feet tall. Cam looked to be
six feet. Both easily dwarfed
Annabelle. She didn’t care. The way their amber eyes flashed back to each
other, she figured they found her amusing.
The anger built up inside her, threatening to explode. If she lunged for one wolf’s throat, the
other one could easily smash her down.
Cam
stepped forward. “And after the Master is done with you we’ll get the
scraps!” He flexed his clawed fingers
eagerly.
Annabelle
flew up into the air as the two werewolves lunged forward to catch her. “Sorry, no mutts allowed at the dinner
table.”
Isaac’s
claws scrapped her shoe but lost his chance as Cam smashed into his
midsection. They landed in a heap. A dangerous growl escaped Isaac. He smacked Cam aside, the smaller werewolf’s tail
tucked between his legs. She giggled
from the limb of a nearby tree.
A
group of large crows shifted uneasily in the branches. Some eyed the werewolves with apprehension
while one crow stared at her. Its eyes
filled with confidence, the bird seemed to nod towards her.
Annabelle
turned to look down at her enemies. On
the outside, she acted calm and free of concern while gently swinging her legs
back and forth. She made it look like a
normal evening at play, sitting on a tree limb.
On the inside, her guts churned as fear threatened to choke her. She had no clue how to avoid the two monsters
and still be able to help Eliza.
Annabelle
spied her adoptive mother locked in hand to hand combat with the werewolf
called Clancy before the other two jumped at her tree. She sprang into the air in her human form and
blew them a kiss.
“My,
oh, my. What ever shall I do? The big bad
wolves are at my door.”
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