There was only one wolf with fur that dark; Alex. She’d spent so much time worrying about him. Having him appear from nowhere to save her life sent her heart aflutter.
The other wolves turned to meet their new foe. Despite his bloodied, torn body, he made short work of them as though they were puppies trying to fight a bear. He lumbered over to Cynthia, his body changing as he walked.
“Cynthia!” shouted Tess from behind.
Cynthia reached out to her human side, letting it return. Her arms lengthened, returning to the pink fleshy things they normally were. Her fur faded as her hair grew back to its regular color.
Alex fell to the ground just a foot away from her, collapsed from the strain of his fight. He deserved the rest.
“We found him not long ago. I assume they’re with you?” Tess asked.
The group of children ran playfully behind Tess. Connor held a couple of the kids over his shoulders; one was playing with his short hair. Gloria still huffed and puffed her way alongside the group. Samantha came along with Alex’s clothing, dirty from the ground in her arms. Cynthia allowed herself a smile.
“Cyn!” Samantha screamed, “You’re okay!” She tossed the clothing at Alex who was beyond exhausted. “He couldn’t stay away from you. When he heard your howl he took off like lightning.”
How about that?”
Cynthia clasped his hand tightly then pulled herself along the ground closer. She kissed him on the lips, his eyes opened to greet her.
“My hero,” she said. He smiled and they lied together for a moment, broken but satisfied.
Chapter 9
“What the hell are we supposed to do now?” Samantha asked, “It’s not like we can just walk out the front door.”
“Why can’t we?” Alex said with an exhausted laugh, “We got enough muscle.” He struggled out a smile.
Tess was busy splinting Cynthia’s wound. The broken arm wasn’t going to help her much if the situation called for fighting.
Connor was trying to be as pragmatic as possible. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose. They had found everyone that needed to be found or rescued, but getting them all out safely would be difficult at best.
“There’s no way we can fit this many people in my truck,” he said.
“Why don’t we take the truck that brought us all in here?” Cynthia offered, “I know where it is, and the keys are still in the ignition.”
“You waited until just now to provide that piece of information?” Alex asked. She punched playfully at his shoulder but the broken arm made her wince from the pain and she stopped short.
“I was going to say so sooner but you people just wouldn’t shut up long enough for me to say so,” she said.
“Okay, let’s make for that truck,” Connor said. He pulled Alex up to his shoulder to be his crutch. “Let’s not make this a regular thing,” Connor sighed into Alex’s ear.
“Deal,” Alex replied.
Cynthia led the way. It was a good thing it wasn’t one of her back legs that was tripped up because there were enough people unable to fight. If someone popped up right now they would be like fish in a barrel.
They crested over the slight hill behind the tall cabin. Connor surveyed the scene. The entire camp was swarming with wolves. Torque was barking out orders this way and that. Connor eased back behind the hill.
“There’s no way we’re getting past that,” Connor said. Maybe they could go back to the cave where Mutt was knocked out, and fight their way out with some guns? Or maybe they could ignite the ammunition, like Connor had with Eli’s truck. Any distraction might be enough.
“Wait here,” Samantha said. She stuffed her hand into Connor’s pocket. Connor looked up to her smiling face, and then he turned to face Tess who scowled at him. There was no winning here.
She pulled his truck keys from his pocket.
“Wait for my signal,” she said.
“What signal?” Connor asked.
“You’ll know it when you hear it,” she replied. She stayed low through the brush, passing quickly over the hill, just barely out of sight of the bikers down below. When she could go no further, in the brush, she paused to watch the bikers. Their luck came through when Torque started addressing the crowd.
“This shit is almost over, boys!” he shouted. The bikers gathered around him. Some sat on the crates they’d carried; others snapped open beers from a cooler planted at Torque’s feet. “Once we’re rid of those den lovers, we’ll own this mountain. Not a single bear or wolf will stand between us.” The group cheered. “We’ll live like the kings we were born to be!”
Samantha saw her opportunity and she took it. Her bare feet tip-toed along the dirt and gravel road that flowed into the camp; disappearing into the shade of the trees where the truck waited for her.
Connor waited, patiently. One minute passed, then another, still no sign. Was she okay? He worried for her. He laughed at his own poetic thought. Just a few days ago he wanted her dead, now he saw her as something of a little sister. He cared about her well-being just as much as he cared about Alex’s, or Tess’s.
Come on you crazy little bastard.
Then he saw the familiar sight of his yellow, dirty, rusty, old truck. She was driving it into the camp. The howl of the engine even distracted Torque when he saw it.
“What the hell-”
“Hey Torque! King or not, you’ll still be a little bitch!” She smiled, obviously pleased with herself. Connor slapped himself in the face, this was her distraction?
“You little-”
The tires of the truck struggled to gain traction on the gravel, but when they did it shot down the path. At first it looked like she was going after Torque himself, but a sharp turn of the steering wheel sent the truck careening into the carefully parked domino stack of motorcycles. She struck the lead bike with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, it smashed into the one beside it, toppling it into the next, and the next.
She giggled in the driver’s seat as the bikers descended into chaos. She threw the truck into reverse and pulled herself away, backing the truck out of camp and down the road with exacting precision.
Connor nodded with approval. She had a good eye for chaos.
“After that little bastard!” Torque shouted. The bikers worked hard to undo the twisted shards that comprised their vehicles. The first to get free bolted after Samantha. Within a couple minutes the rest of them broke free to give chase, leaving the entire camp empty.
“I’d say that’s our signal if there ever was one,” Alex said.
“I’m glad she came along,” Connor laughed. Cynthia again took the lead. Gloria joined her with the children in tow. Tess stayed in the middle of the pack, assisting the rest of the women.
Connor took a moment to admire Tess. Seeing her amongst all the children lightened his heart. One day, one of those children would be his. He couldn’t wait to meet him … or her. Secretly he was hoping for a son. He wanted to teach him how to wrestle and play. He wanted to play catch in the backyard, or have the occasional game of fetch. Maybe he’d get the chance to teach his son out to shave, or what it was like to feel love. Never mind all of the wolf trouble they’d get themselves into. Mostly mischievous things to annoy Tess, but fun nonetheless.
Then again, if he had a girl, he could have just as much fun. Would she grow up to be like her mother? Cooking and sewing? Or would she be more like her dad a rough and tumble tomboy. Tea parties, dolls, daisy chains, there were so many possibilities and in that one second he imagined them all.
“Are we going to join them?” Alex asked. Connor didn’t realize he was standing still. Maybe he was more distracted than he thought.
“Right,” he said. They followed close behind the group, watching for any strays.
“Have you and Cynthia thought about it?” Connor asked.
“Thought about what?” Alex wondered.
“Having kids,” Connor replied, “Don’t say the thought hasn’t crossed your mind.”
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br /> “Geez, you’re starting to sound like a dad more every day. And, not in a good way,” he said, limping hard on his only good leg.
Connor laughed at the thought of acting like a father.
“No,” Alex said, “I don’t think either of us has thought about it. Too many adventures in the future.”
“You know you’re welcome to come back to the pack,” Connor said.
Alex didn’t say anything for a moment but his face was scrunched up as he thought about it. He breathed out sharply, opening his mouth as though he had something to say, then pausing, and then shutting his mouth with a shrug.
“I don’t know,” Alex replied finally, “We might come back from time to time…”
“But, you’re not sure if you want to join the pack,” Connor finished.
“Exactly,” he said, “There’s an itch that only seems to get scratched when I’m out and about. It helps even more that Cynthia seems to enjoy it as well.”
“Well, if you ever decide you want to come back, we’ll be there waiting for you. You’re family. And, after all this I’ve come to see you as a true brother.”
“Oh, Connor,” Alex shouted exaggeratedly, “Let’s be the bestest of friends. We can frolic in flowery meadows and do each other’s hair.”
“Dammit, just hug me,” Connor said. Alex laughed but still gave in to the sentiment. They grasped each other firmly for a moment.
“Ahem,” Cynthia said, “I’m glad you both kissed and made up but can we get a move on?” The kids laughed. But, Connor could see a glow in Tess that he hadn’t seen in a long while. The animosity between Alex and Connor had always been somewhere at the forefront of her mind. Seeing them together must have been enough to jog her from her depression.
They pulled away from each other. Alex tested out his leg by putting some weight on it. It responded well enough.
“I think I’ll walk the rest of this one myself,” he said. He took a step and it buckled beneath him.
“Or maybe I’ll just help you a little while longer,” Connor said, helping him back to his limping posture. It wasn’t much further.
They rounded the last corner. The truck waited for them as it had a few minutes ago. Cynthia prowled ahead of them, searching for any bikers or guards that might still linger. When she noticed none, she waved with her hand for everyone to join her.
The truck itself was a large flatbed, used mostly for hauling large volume. It had wooden railing along the sides with a completely open back end. Cynthia began to climb into the driver’s seat, but Connor stopped her.
“There’s no way you’re driving with that arm,” he said. He pushed her further into the spacious cabin. Tess stayed in the back, along with Alex, to keep an eye on the children.
The engine sounded so odd. Modern trucks lacked a sense of power, they all sounded like purring kittens when what he wanted was a roar. At least it was comfortable. He pressed the truck into drive and glided down the only path available. The tracks eventually spilled out to pavement from behind a pair of large rocks. He’d remember passing these rocks on the way to the lake the last couple times they’d come and thinking nothing of them. It was quite a hidden path. But, knowing where he was, he knew where to go.
The truck drove effortlessly along the highway, even with all the kids in the back. After a short drive they arrived at the bear den. The only place he knew at this place to be decently safe. The guard at the front gate marveled at the change in transportation but waved them through.
The truck squeaked to a stop in front of Henry’s house. As he stepped from the truck he noticed his own truck sitting on the opposite side of the roundabout driveway and laughed to himself.
“Great, they’re multiplying!” Henry shouted when he noticed the tiny wolves stepping out of the back of the truck.
“I’m really sorry, there was nowhere else to go that was safe,” Connor said.
“I know,” The old alpha breathed out a long sigh, “Samantha was just telling me about it.”
“You’re late!” she shouted.
“Connor had to stop for a bro hug,” Cynthia said, “So this is the bear den, eh? I like it. It’s very … den.”
“Yeah, it’s the kind of place that one could hibernate for a while,” Alex laughed along. Henry rolled his eyes at the two new young adults.
“I was making some sandwiches for the kids,” Samantha said. She held out a tray and the starving little mouths sprinted for a bit to eat. Samantha giggled in the middle of the crowd. “Slow down, guys. There’s plenty enough for everyone!”
Alex grabbed a sandwich with wide eyes.
“How did you get out?” Connor asked as he assisted Alex to the front door.
“Easy,” she replied, “I was driving in a tank, they were riding on popsicle sticks. It’s simple physics.”
Looking at his truck, he did see some new dents and scraped paint. At least Sam was alright.
“It’ll buff right out,” she said with a broad smile.
“Sam! You need to teach Cynthia how to make this sandwich, it was delicious.” He turned to Cynthia, “Babe, there’s no way you could burn this!”
Cynthia and Tess looked at each other and laughed.
“What?” Alex asked with a mouthful.
Chapter 10
Tess’s words were still thumping in the back of his mind.
“Don’t go,” she said, “they can handle the rest of them. You’ve done enough. We’ve done enough.” She was urging him to skip out on the final battle with Torque’s forces. Something that he couldn’t do.
He knew Torque better than any of the bears. He needed to be there to make sure that he finally went down for good. Henry was looking forward to giving Torque a good beating once again, anything to figure out who might have been the traitor that released him. But, Connor was out for blood. If he got his jaws around that bastard he would clamp down and wouldn’t let go.
“You need to stay, Tess,” he said. “This needs to be done.” She didn’t give him any reply after that. All he met was a closed door and silence.
How am I going to get out of this dog house?
He didn’t have time to think about that at the moment. His mind switched back to the mission. They stood just up the mountain from the camp. The biker’s tiny fires illuminated the night, reflecting off the now still lake. Connor searched around the camp for Torque but didn’t see him. He had to be somewhere around.
“He said soon,” Connor said, “If we don’t attack now, there’s a good chance we’ll lose our shot. We have their truck so they can’t move their base quickly, but if you want to catch Torque or Eli, now is our chance.”
They’d prepared the attack. Bears covered almost every point of exit. Torque’s diminished forces wouldn’t know what hit them. That is, if they attacked sooner rather than later. If Torque was given enough time to build up then things might get messy.
“Don’t you think I know that?” Henry said, “Not all of my bears are here yet. If we attack when we aren’t at full strength, we might get overpowered. Remember, they’re using guns with silver bullets?”
“If you’d just accept the help from the rest of my pack-”
“Your pack has done enough!” Henry interrupted, “Avenging my wife is bear business. If you want, you can just head on home. We’ll take care of this mess ourselves.” Connor stared Henry down silently. Connor was right, Henry knew it. He just didn’t want to accept that Connor might be right. His stubbornness was nagging at him. Was it better to be stubborn and fail? Or accept another voice and succeed? “Fine,” Henry said, “Let’s ride.”
Those were the exact words Connor wanted to hear.
Henry held his fingers between his lips, belting out a whistle that could be heard from space. The bikers in the camp hurriedly took up their rifles when they heard the strange sound. Some took cover in the burned out cabins while others ducked behind their motorcycles.
“Such a damn shame,” Henry said, “These morons have perfectly
good teeth. They don’t even count as wolves anymore.”
“Preaching to the choir, Henry,” Connor replied. He was glad that he was the only one to come this time. Alex was still battered, recovering from his torture. Cynthia’s arm was damaged; it would take a few days to mend. Samantha stayed behind at the behest of her grandpa.
Bears began to flood in. Connor showed them the hidden path to help them sneak in behind the hunters to surprise them. The few of them that remained in the camp fired as fast as they could, but they weren’t trained marksmen. The ones that did find their mark struck at legs and ripped open flesh but nothing more.
Connor let himself give in to the wolf inside. It was begging to be let out to taste the flesh of any biker that might get in his way. He fell to all fours as he ran down the hill. His body grew to brutish height, showing his alpha heritage. His thick hide sprouted is usual mix of gray and silver fur and his nose smelled just one thing; fear.
Henry too joined in the fighting. He was easily twice Connor’s immense size. While he ran a bullet dug into his shoulder but because of his strength it would take much more than that to take him down.
Connor leapt on a pair of bikers hiding in one of the burnt out cabins. They were tossed like ragdolls into the wall. Their bodies fell limp and lifeless on the cabin floor. His beast was satisfied at the carnage and the chaos.
Still, something didn’t feel quite right. It felt like the fight in these guys was weak, and they barely smelled like shifters at all.
Wait a second.
Connor tore the jacket from one of the bodies on the ground and sniffed at it thoroughly. It was a human. This wasn’t right at all. Either Torque had fled and left a bunch of guys as a sacrifice or …
Shit. It’s a trap.
It seemed Henry got the same idea. He bellowed out a roar to the rest of his men. The humans were all too easily defeated. Their rifles, destroyed. But, the trap was no set and they were squarely in the middle of it.
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