The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 12: Kyle

-Kyle’s P.O.V-

The purring of my motorbike was barely audible as I drove into the underground car park of the apartment building that I was currently renting out. I carefully slid into a little available space and jumped off, pulling the keys out of the ignition. My shoes silently treaded across the cement and the elevator dinged as it opened on the basement floor. However, I never made it inside. Seconds passed as I stood still and the elevator doors slid closed, then sped off to another level. The keys in my hand were gripped tightly and I gently set them down next to the emergency exit door, turning around as I did so.

The car park was empty of humans, but I was not alone. Every sense of mine was buzzing in excitement and anticipation of the situation. I could easily smell the nine animals that were slowly slinking towards me, if their heavy breathing and footfalls didn’t alert me beforehand. No wild animal would organise an attack like this, they were obviously all shape changers.

A smile played on the corner of my lips as I watched them approach. They were of varying sizes, but all were on the larger side of the scale. As they slowly came into the halo of flickering radiance that was provided from the car park’s old light, I got a good look at them.

The first three were a light grey, and their limbs rippled with muscles. Their mouths were slightly agape, dripping saliva down the edges and displaying beautiful sets of canines. The eyes rooted in their heads were trained on my every move, and they took slow, deliberate steps to scare me. If I didn’t recognise the signs, I would have been shaking in my boots. But now that I inspected them, it was obvious that they weren’t experienced fighters.

For one, their movements were slightly hesitant on every step, as if they were waiting for me to make the first move. The worst thing to do in a fight was exactly that, it was always about striking them before they struck you. Secondly, none of them had any battle scars or marks to indicate that they had been in a fight, and even the most experienced fighter had a telltale sign or swagger that showed off their confidence. They were in no type of formation, and a proper warrior would have made his men enter from all sides, encasing his opponent. There was no synchronisation to their movements either, they all faltered and hung behind their comrades as if they were unsure of what to do next. All these little indications were picked up in the time of less than five seconds, and I had already shifted my stance to an aggressive one.

The dirty mongrels didn’t even wish to play fair, letting me battle it out one on one or even allowing me to shift before attacking. The light grey wolf to my right tensed his muscles slightly before launching at my form, teeth bared. The twitch of his leg muscle had given him away however, and I was prepared. Sidestepping his attack, I caught him by the tail as he narrowly missed my head and I raked my fingers down his pelt. They had already half shifted and stretched into my wolf claws, and drawing blood was like slicing butter with a knife. The wolf howled in pain, but I silenced him by kicking him sharply in the rear and stepping on his body, immobilizing him. He was unconscious and out for the count, but his buddies thirsted for revenge.

Two wolves hurled into me at once, with their teeth snapping inches from my face. Both my hands were busy gripping onto their necks, restraining them from touching my face. The one to my right was slowly losing his air supply and struggled weakly, until he fainted and slumped to the floor. The other one was more of a fighter, and I had to forcefully crush part of his windpipe for him to halt his attacks.

With seconds to spare, I wriggled out from under their weight and jumped over a nearby Ferrari, only just avoiding a claw to the face. It was almost sad to know that the beautiful car was bound to be ruined in the fight, but I had better things to worry about. The attacking wolves were on the other side of the car, and I heard a high pitched screech as one ran its claws through the paintwork of the exterior. I agilely slid under the car and twisted my way to the other side. Spotting the feet of an unsuspecting wolf by the wheel of the car, I flung my leg out and clipped him on the ankle, sending him sprawling on the floor.