Celestial Wulf Chronicles Book# 5 Sacrifice's

DEFILER

Although some distance away, I sense the maggot approach. Blending my partially eaten dinner's decaying scent mixes with stench within my undead cadaver's own, permeating. Wafting aroma of trepidation and loathing my slave has for me seeps between rusted metal door frame, entering my nostrils.

My dusty black mid-form lips peel upwards, enjoying this, much like a human and savory taste of gravy on their flesh. Standing up from the metal-studded stool. I cross to the dilapidated paned window. My gaze through the heated, sticky moisture of Cuba. "Soon. Soon. His use will be at an end. But, you will have fulfilled your purpose to me one-eye, and I will, at last, have MY REVENGE."

The rapping sound on my bedroom door reverberates into the drab, aged white-coated room. Our presence, Stirring multiplying, flies to rising, buzzing their disapproval. However, I stare out into the night and humans' dwellings and supernaturals existing here alike. I growl.

Houseflies are becoming annoying, buzzing in my face, flying around the room for a few seconds before returning to two bodies in the corner.

His wheezing tone utters my name. "Master," he says. But I do not answer. Instead, with a first finger gesture, a wind enters through a window into the room. Removing the lowest level of bottom feeders, Olofi gave to the world.

"Yes. What is it?" Reflected irritation with my verbal response, watching the wind remove them through the shutter, tiny cleanup crew.

"Master, they have arrived." A new purpose enters me. My attention towards the flies drops, and my tone rises darkly, telling maggot I am pleased. "Enter." he does. Eduardo's remaining eye shutters, raising his left arm, he gazes first to discarded humans on the corner, "did not enjoy your dinner, master." For a moment, I follow his gaze. My eyes were coming to rest on week-old decaying human meat. "No," I say. "It spoiled."

With gray, ashen Illumination in my eyes, I return to seeing him, "Where are they?" growling my command. One-Eye responds, feeling my exerted ethereal force.

"They are in Cuba, master. town of local pack Alpha master." Pausing, I reflect, "So this is how they could leave without my awareness." Looking to fodder, I verbalize, "How did you come to know this, Eduardo?"

Eduardo answers quickly, his form trembling at my feet, "I had spies placed in all points throughout the city itself to keep count of their movements. My spies informed me they came by human means of flight." I nod. So, it seems fodder is not a complete waste of resurrection. Turning from Eduardo to open the window, "Very well then. Prepare for tomorrow night. I personally will ...END THEM."

I heard his mid-form claws scrape the cracked cobblestone floor as he goes to stand. "Yes, master." A creaking door relays its opening swing. I interrupt him, "One more thing Eduardo." Pointing to spoiling human meat.

"Have this removed, Eduardo. the foul stench will spoil my appetite for my next meal. "Looking towards the two small, terrifying forms huddled in the opposite corner.

"Cuban... So tasty."