Let the Wolves Run Free

1. Werewolf Fûckboys in Disguise

    Werewolves can scent anything with a vagina in a two mile radius. Especially ones that tend to be vulnerable, pretty, a little insecure, and most likely underage. Long story short, they lure their victims using their simple strategy of womanizing and prettiness, break down those walls you've built, make you laugh and smile, giggle like some some damsel in distress.

Just like this fine example. Mission #2578B was ravishing one young woman outside the discrete walls of a bar, an alley that had barely any light--just like how the wolves wanted it. The fuckboy leaned against the girl, a girl not that much older than me, with his windswept curls and a mysterious, blue gaze staring deep into her soul. Whispering nothing into her eyes, before she would let her guard drop. I watched her face, a look of desperate longing plastered for the world to see, her eyes wide and face flushed. 

"When can I fücking cut the bitch, Val?" A voice hissed to my right. "Look at it. Wolves are getting too cocky."

I had to agree with a curl of my lip. Fückboys were not only dangerous in a way that made your panties drop and your eyes go blind by their beauty and break your heart--oh no, they want your heart. Not just break it. They want to eat it. Werewolves want to tear into your chest and eat you out--through your ribcage, into your innards and into that pumping organ and watch you die.

They live off it.

They will die because of it.

Because we're here.

W.E.T: the only organization in the world that offered to kill these fuckboys. We are the Werewolf Extermination Team, made up of hundreds of individuals all over the world, existing to do one thing: get rid of fuckboy werewolves before they can say "mine".

"Wait," I told Lilly. "Just wait."

"For what?" She hissed, tucking her sniper rifle closer as if she wanted to poke me. "He's gonna do the deed." Lilly paused, glaring down at the two figures. "Oh my god, they're doing it. Shield my eyes, Val, this can't be happening. Why are you team leader right now? That poor girl is being fondled by that thing!"

From as far as I could see, the wolf was just holding her hand. But Lilly could probably feel the deja vu coming back to her, considering she had been one of those girls before. A helpless young girl who had fallen in the throes of passion to be humped by a dog in heat.

How quaint we're here to kill them all.

"There's more coming," I whispered, picking up their distinct scent. "Wolves travel in packs. Something they like to call..what was it? A 'squad'?"

"I think so!" Lilly muttered something under her breath, but when I glanced at her, she shut up. "I think I see one," she said all of a sudden, and I went back to glare out the window. We were seven stories up, perfect for sniping range. If I looked through my sniper, I could make out through the scope the forms of another male, an impossibly pretty one. The artsy one with their long glowing hair and their slender fingers meant to hold a brush. Paint me.

  "Oh fück, not him," I heard myself say. I couldn't take my eyes off him--it.

Lilly looked at my sharply. "You know this bitch? The golden haired princess-daises one?" She squinted through her scope. "Isn't it part #98A's squad?"

I was pretty sure.  No, scratch that, I was absolutely sure.

"What are you doing?" Lilly hissed, her head snapping to find me standing on my feet. I had to duck or the rafters would smash open my head.

"I'm going to kill that bastard."

Whatever Lilly said--a warning, a plea, or maybe a threat--was nothing in the roar of the wind--and she would find herself talking to nothing but thin air.

In all but thirty seconds, every thought was out of my head and I was in that alley. It was frigid in the winter city, but goosebumps didn't rise on my skin. No, my power burned too strong for that.

'Cause I was facing the dickweeb of all dickweebs, Landon Lanes, all in his godly fückboy form. He was taller, stronger-looking, his body thicker from the Change--the sight of him kicked me in the pit of my stomach but I smothered it. I had to. He hadn't turned to me yet, but my boots may have made a noise. Or--I made a noise, kicking a bottle and sending it rolling down the street.

Immediately, the two werewolves in fuckboy form whirled around, the girl forgotten as they sniffed the air and caught my scent. The inhumane, cold stench of something else. I always wondered what hunters smelled like to wolves. Eyes rolling wild, their hair bristling and changing, their forms became unsteady as their human flesh ripped to reveal their true nature--

and I smiled, a malicious, cunning smile as I cocked my gun.

"Hey boys," I purred, and they attacked.