Big Bad

The Ire of the Strong

Kit's scream cut through the walls of the sheriff's office like a knife and within seconds Elijah had transformed back into a massive snarling wolf. He'd just found his mate and was not in any particular mood to lose him.

He shared a knowing look with Anna and Daniel; they all knew what was happening. Then he whipped his head in the direction of the door in a movement that said: GO!

If Elijah couldn't get himself out of the jail cell, at least Kit would have Daniel and Anna to protect him from the frightening world of werewolves.

The Alpha wolf reared himself down, readying to run, then he threw himself as hard as he could against the bars. Once. Twice. Again.

The weight of his massive body slammed against the poorly engineered building like a freight train. The bars bent, but they didn' break free.

Nothing.

The alpha changed course. He slammed the door, bashed into the walls and mashed against the bars again. He was crazed, if the sheriff had been in the office he would have probably been scared out of his mind. Nothing was going to keep Elijah, no sheriff, no laws, nothing. He had to break free. He had to.

Elijah gave himself a running start, then slammed against the bars one final time with a monstrous yelp. They broke free from the walls and clattered to the ground.

The alpha paused only a moment among the wreckage to let out an eerie warning howl. Elijah had spent half his life as a bloodthirsty killer, and if somebody was going to threaten his mate he was going to show no mercy.

The games were about to begin.

....

The street had descended into chaos in seconds. Kit's scream had been heard throughout the church and nearly the whole congregation rushed out to see what was the matter. That led to about a hundred frightened people standing face to face with a growling wolf.

Fr. Charles moved to grab Kit and pull him into the church, but the wolf let out a fierce warning bark that said that Kit was not to be touched by anyone. Kit on the other hand was pale with fear. If this wasn't Elijah, then who was it?

A second light brown wolf stalked from an alleyway to back up the first. It was smaller but equally as frightening with fearsome teeth dripping with saliva

"This is ridiculous, I'm gettin' my gun," Came Mr. McDermott's booming voice. The wolves, as if they could understand this, deepened their growling and the second wolf moved to block him from leaving.

"Kit!" Fr. Charles shouted. "You don't have to go with them!"

Kit had no intention of going with them. He gripped tight to Damien's sleeve, and the boy who so often did the wrong thing, gripped onto Kit as well in a gesture that aimed to be comforting despite both of their extreme fear.

The brown wolf stepped forward towards them.

"NOT IN MY TOWN YOU BEAST!" Mr. O'Connor shouted with more vigor than anyone had ever heard him speak before. Within seconds, Mr. O'Connor, the Sheriff, Mr. McDermott, and Fr. Charles, as well as many of the other brave men of the town stood before Kit and Damien.

"If you want to take our boy's yer gonna have to go through us first," Mr. McDermott spat.

The wolves took this as a small complication in their plan, and without any more warning, rushed forward on the men and began biting and snapping their jaws trying to separate the group. The sound of growling coupled with the occasional scream filled the air.

"RUN KIT, RUN!" Fr. Charles yelled. "You get as far away from here as you—" Fr. Charles was cut off as the gray wolf sunk its teeth into his left leg and his face paled in agony.