THE THING IN THE WOODS

WARCRY PART 2

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His chest still aches a little but he doesn’t have time lose. Blake climbs up the building’s roof and stares at the whole town from the top. There are lights in many windows and there are some cars in the snowed streets, this means that things aren’t out of control yet, he looks up to the grey sky the moon is right up of him with its yellow light glowing through the clouds he can feel it influence calling him whispering to his ear, damn it is annoying he can’t focus on his task.

He has been looking for hours without success those bastards hid pretty well, he has no clue of where they might be, he has been an idiot trusting in them he shouldn’t have let them join him he knew they belonged to feral packs before he should have trusted his instincts and kill them when he had time but he needed a pack he needed seven wolves to face the Fenrir, what is he going to do now? He can let them free they will murder the whole town, what are they planning? How they know he is looking for them?

The screaming is low and continuous, fucking moon he is in control but tonight it is harder than usual, he must admit that he is concerned he is furious and confused it is taking over him, the wound only makes it more difficult, the shrills he keeps hearing them he is craving for blood. He almost hurt that boy in his own house when he said that about the Fenrir’s pack in here damn it he isn’t a pup anymore he can’t let his inner wolf take the control over him.

He is not a monster, he is not a monster not anymore.

Another roar.

 

Blake growls in frustration if he could only shut up his inner wolf if he could only… Another… it is not a growl… is a cry, he is not listening to his inner alter ego but… someone… screaming… for help.

Blake Jumps to the next building and comes down through the fire ladder, the screams comes from a near building it is someone asking for help begging… he can hear it… He starts running through the streets making sure to not call the attention of the humans, hiding in the shadows and darting as fast as he can without be seeing, he can feel it in his bones he is near them it is near the radio station down the block. He takes his cellphone out of his pocket and starts dialing Pete’s number.

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The streets, the lights the faces everything is mixed up through the windshield, he is not sure how he can be driving this fast without crashing his jeep against another car or how is that they hadn’t stop him yet but it doesn’t matter he keeps driving feeling his heartbeat rising with every minute, he doesn’t know how long has spread the word about what have happened in the town the last two days with Mrs. C and Nichole’s kidnap but he knows how shallow people is and on a Friday night there is are only three places that can be fully crowded right now, the mall, the Sadie Hawkins’ dance and the clubs, he just hopes he is right and they are in the mall he has no time to lose.

Ashley, he can’t stop thinking about her! Is she hurt? Dead? Tackler is dead, they killed him and Ashley was with him, but the injured officer didn’t say anything about a girl maybe she is fine, maybe she is but he has no phone or her number to call her he lost everything in the lake, maybe Nichole… no he can’t talk look for her right now every time he thinks about her the spark burst in his chest and the words of Larount come back to his mind, she is going to murder him she is going to do it.