Chapter Six: 1941
Annabelle could see from above that
Grace had problems of her own.
The werewolf called Robert growled
at her. “You waste your time,
Princess.” He kept his eyes on her as
they circled each other. Each one ready
to attack the other, they simply glared.
Their hackles raised and a low rumble built up from their
diaphragms. “Join us. Accept the full power of what you are.”
Grace Faolchú tightened her
eyes. “And disgrace my people? The Clan Faolchú has stood in Dracula’s way
for centuries. I’m ashamed that any wolf
would serve your dark master. Dracula
and Hitler are both foul tyrants whom will be destroyed. You can bet on it.”
In her werewolf form, Grace
appeared thin but healthy. The attacking
werewolves all dwarfed her due to her smaller size. She was roughly the same height as Roland and
possessed his defiant temper. Despite
being two different creatures of the night, Roland and Grace seemed perfect for
each other.
Her opponent smiled a toothy
grin. “You would do well to join
up. We’ll find your precious clan. And when we do, I’ll take your head to your
brother Coinín as a trophy. He’s the
king of your tribe now, correct?”
She grinned as well. It took a lot more than false bravado from
one of Dominic’s trained mutts to get under her fur. “You’re welcome to try.”
The werewolf lunged. Grace dropped to the ground and darted
between his legs. She flipped, grabbed
the extra fur on his back, pulled herself up and slashed at his eyes and throat. He let out a dreadful gasp as she bounded off
his shoulders and somersaulted in the air.
Grace outstretched her feet, landing on a table. She picked up a silver knife with a napkin
and crouched, ready for his attack.
Already healing, the monster
charged. He swung his massive arms
upward and brought them down onto the wooden table. She sprung up and back. Grace landed, behind the shattered table,
crouched low on the ground. She winced at
the heat coming through the napkin. One
slip and the silver could permanently burn her.
Robert threw aside the broken table
and snapped at her with his massive jaws.
She darted to the right, clawing his side, and then jammed her knife
through his chest. He fell to his knees,
now human with an expression of shock plastered across his face.
Grace’s chest caved inward with her ragged
breathing. She smiled just before
another werewolf smacked her into a wall.
She dropped to the ground, unconscious.
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