Wolf Hunt (Book 2)
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George stopped the car. The van that had been behind them turned onto the road as well, stopping directly behind him.
A couple of men, dressed entirely in black and holding rifles, got out of the back of the van. They rushed up to the car.
"Out of the vehicle!" one of them shouted. "Now!"
"Yeah, I think we surrender," said George.
* * *
"I fucking hate vans," George told Eugene, as they sat in the back, awaiting their fate.
* * *
About fifteen or twenty minutes later, the van stopped, and another man in black got into the back with them. He looked reasonably friendly, except for the rifle.
"Where's Ally?" George asked.
"She's fine. Getting medical attention."
"Eugene could use a turn with the doctor, too."
The man smiled. "As could you. Don't worry, George. You're with the good guys."
"Are we?"
"We've collected the bodies. Thank you for killing them all in the same area. Makes things easier for us."
"So is this some kind of cover up?"
"You could say that. Do you disapprove?"
"No," said George. "I'm all for it. Where are we going?"
"Far away. But we'll stop for a burger before we get there."
"I love you."
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Final Warning
Duncan Maven knew something was wrong as soon as he pulled into his driveway. His front door was wide open. Jennifer was practically a mental case over the issue of not letting bugs into the house, so she'd never let the door just hang open like that.
He walked into the living room and fell to his knees.
Jennifer's head rested on the floor, not so neatly severed. The heads of the twins were next to hers. Their bodies had been dismembered, the parts lined up in a row in front of the heads.
His cell phone vibrated. The display read Private Number. He accepted the call but couldn't speak.
"You get to be the messenger," said a low male voice that Duncan didn't recognize. "Your loss will prevent the losses of others. Have you found the bodies?"
"Yes."
"Do not seek retribution against George Orton for the death of Jonathan Dewey. Tell the others. He is off-limits. If you or your associates disregard this warning, more blood will flow than you can imagine. Do you understand?"
"Who is this?"
"I asked you if you understand."
"Yes."
"Good. Remember that you have parents. A sister. None of them are safe if any harm comes to Orton. Goodbye."
Duncan dropped the phone, weeping, then crawled over to caress the hair of his dead wife's head.
* * *
"I guess I'm just destined to hang out with one-handed people," said George, sipping a margarita as he and Eugene watched television. He didn't know exactly where they were, but they had satellite television, and he found it somewhat comforting that not much had happened on his favorite telenovela since he'd last watched.
"They said they'll revisit the issue." The people here had done some miracle work on Eugene—on both of them, actually—but they'd drawn the line at actually getting him a prosthetic hand. Too expensive.
The accommodations in the small compound weren't particularly comfortable, but they were better than he'd had for the past few months, so George wasn't going to complain.
Ally was doing amazingly well for a fourteen year-old girl who'd discovered that she was a werewolf, lost her mother, and watched her psycho father get his head run over by a car. George and Eugene didn't see much of her, but she told them that once she was sufficiently healed, her training would begin.
George and Eugene had been told that once they'd recovered, they'd either be given jobs in the compound, or the arrangements of their release would be worked out.
Right now, George was inclined to stay.
Lou would've wanted to stay.
Eugene definitely did.
And it was nice to not have to be constantly worried about Mr. Dewey's men coming after him. He'd mentioned his concerns about retaliation for Dewey's death to J.P., the guy from the van, and J.P. had assured him that he had absolutely nothing to worry about. George had taken him at his word.
George had a lot of questions and at some point he'd start demanding answers, but for now, he was content to sit back, relax, and enjoy life.
* * *
Desmond Reith hung upside down from the chains, blood running into his face.
"Are you sorry for what you've done?" asked the man in the cloak.
Desmond let out a crazed laugh. "Not at all!"
"We were living peacefully among them."
"And that's wrong!"
"How is it wrong? What are you trying to do, Desmond? Start a war?"
"That's exactly what I'm trying to do."
"It won't work. Maybe you could draw out a few of us. The least of us. Not enough to matter."
"If Shane Goldwyn didn't matter, we wouldn't be here right now, would we? You can't stay hidden. Look how little it took for your kind to expose themselves."
"Like I said, the least of us."
Desmond laughed again. "If you say so."
"You won't be doing this again."
"I don't need to. I'm happy to die for this. How many people do you know who'll die for their cause, in this day and age?"
"You're old and decrepit. Don't act like this is a huge sacrifice. You'd be dead soon anyway. The only difference is that your death here will be much messier."
"I don't mind getting dirty."
The man in the cloak shook his head with disgust and walked away. Before he left the room, he waved his hand. "He's yours."
The wolves looked at each other, as if unable to believe their good fortune, then at Desmond, and then they were upon him.
The End
Acknowledgements
Huge werewolf hugs to Tod Clark, Lynne Hansen, Michael McBride, Chris Morey, Jim Morey (not related to Chris), Rhonda Rettig, and Frank Walls.
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Table of Contents
Wolf Hunt 2 copyright 2014 by Jeff Strand
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWOAn Unhappy Crime Lord
CHAPTER THREEA Long Drive
CHAPTER FOURCreepy Stalkers
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIXThose Who Do Not Learn From The Past...
CHAPTER SEVENCrash
CHAPTER EIGHTHard Bargain
CHAPTER NINEBloodshed
CHAPTER TENMeanwhile, Eighty Miles Away...
CHAPTER ELEVENCopious Frustration
CHAPTER TWELVEPlan F
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEENSlaughter
CHAPTER FIFTEENEugene
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEENGlorious Chaos
CHAPTER EIGHTEENOverstuffed Transportation
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTYFather/Daughter Reunion
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEAn Untidy Home
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOAn Even Less Tidy Home
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREECrabs UnleashedBlood.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURLoss
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEDemise
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXRomantic Interlude
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENEyeball Bleach
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTPrecious Metal
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEGeorge Smash
CHAPTER THIRTYA Bad Time To Be George
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONERed Robyn
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWOChanges
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEFinal Warning
Acknowledgements
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