The Fox and Wolf

7

{Kidnapper #1's POV}

The dragon was in my view. Standing straight and short, raspy breaths were coming from its mouth. It's smelt of innocence and second-hand blood. Where is that infernal death-bringing woman it follows around. My head tilted and turned as I tried to catch her scent, to no avail. Not here. Not yet anyway. I will make sure she shows up.

My attention turned back to the dragon. He looked weak and fragile; only a child. I growled low in my throat, almost inaudibly. He turned. Dammit! He has heard me.

I skulked lower, hiding my presence. His breaths fastened, heart pounding in that little rib cage of his... Soon his heart won't be going so fast, it will be more like an extremely slow beat every so often.

Click

He turned.

Wrong direction small one.

Rattle

Click

Ahh... That's more like it. Over this way dragon. So close now.

I snarled, startling him further and pounced...

-

James crashed to the floor. The werewolf pinning him down with its sheer size. Snarling and snapping at him, it tried to cease James' struggles. While he may be small, James is actually quite strong (it's the dragon in him). High pitched sounds escape him as the wolf above him tries to latch onto his flesh.

A wind picks up, she shouldn't have involved herself yet!

The foul werewolf flies backwards and hits the wall.

{James' POV}

No!

Milady walks in scythe in hand and cloak encompassing her body.

"Merette nei vertem un sine merte" came her quiet voice.

I giggle and she turns and a small smirk becomes visible for a few milliseconds as her cloak adjusts itself.

This werewolf is about to die.