Wolves of Roma

Prince of Roma- Chapter 34

Chapter 34
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Six weeks later

The earth beneath her paws felt liberating, her powerful hind legs pushing her forward, the chill in the air cutting through her fur as her sharp eyes laid a path for her in front of her. She leapt over a dead fallen log and landed gracefully and continued her run, darting, leaping, ducking and swishing her tail to changing directions sharply.

She now understood why wolves were crazy about their run's and why there were elaborate rituals surrounding them, before getting her wolf she would have rolled her eyes and would have marked it as one of those things that werewolves overrated.

But in her fur, with her snout cutting through the air, it felt liberating like home.

A large dark brown wolf cut in to her path and she leaped above him in a quick motion and looked down to see him look at her body jump over him gracefully and landing beyond him and breaking in to a run without stopping.

He paused for a moment and gave a chase. A male loved a chase and a chase he gave, he quickly caught up with her giving her a mirth filled look. Together they ran as the trees suddenly disappeared giving way for well-manicured lawns.

The wolves didn't stop running, twisting and turning in the maize of a massive garden, the few people working leaped out of their way and soon they reached steps leading in to the palatial mountain retreat.

As they continued running without stopping in to the retreat, in the hallways the staff jumped out of the way as they climbed the stairs and rushed in to the bedroom. Evy jumped around yelping in joy as she was the one who entered first and considered herself to the winner of their alleged race.

He just looked at her antics wagging his tail placidly with amusement in his eyes. She topped jumping around and her nose high in air, she strutted in to the bathroom as if claiming her prize and slammed the door shut with her hind leg.

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They came in to Roma from different ports, some by road and others by air, they came in different dates. Some came in groups pretending to be vacationing others flew in alone, one of them had an interview in a resort. Eventually they formed about four groups and these groups never crossed each other's path. Each group had a specific plan charted out, their own tasks to accomplish and none of those tasks overlapped, only maybe perhaps the final one for which they were all here.

One group had gone to the place where the Russians they hired had buried their equipment. They dug up and removed one box. There were at least a dozen guns, they did not retrieve the guns but instead they emptied the magazines of bullets in to a bag and buried their stash back. Once they returned to the house they rented there was activity inside. The other group members were in the kitchen.

As the group with the bullets entered one of them took a medium sized crucible and put it on a stove and put it on maximum, slowly each of them threw in necklaces, rings, ear rings and other jewelry items they got with them or bought in the local market. You could not get in a lot of silver in to a werewolf country without raising suspicion.

As the metal was piled in, one of the men got a portable blow torch and started melting it down, as the silver melted they took each of the bullets carefully and dipped the pointy tip in to the bowl so it was coated with silver and gently put them neatly on the counter. In an hour they had all the bullets coated with silver.

"Finally" one of them muttered admiring their handiwork "when are we putting them to use?" he asked the guy in charge.

"Soon" he reassured "The boss man is setting it up for us and till then we all lay low and do not attract any attention what so ever, is that clear?" he said the last part out loud and looked at his group, there had been too much work done here to fuck this up now.